RUNNING
Running, running, running. As I finding myself running for office, I think back. I think back to the days when I would run free.
As a young boy growing up in the forest, I could dash through the trees and meadows fighting dragons, Calormenes, Normans, Nazis, raiding hoards, pirates, rebels, Indians, and all those who would dare face me on the field of battle. I would run against them leading a charge; I would run as if I was mustang running free; I would run with only my imaginary opponents to fear. I was always victorious.
Later, I would run, as a teen, freely around the soccer fields. I would run in circles. I would listen to my headphones and run. Other times I would run with my sister and we would see who could run the farthest, it was me (even though she was faster). I would run to workout my thoughts and prepare for fun with my friends. I would run to relax.
When I worked for the Agency I still ran. I would run at the end of the day though the park, as the sun went down and rise early the next morning to see it rise. I ran, summer, spring, fall, and winter. It was when running I would run into old friends and maintain close friendships. Running gave me a life that kept me from becoming separated from my fellow humans.
Still I run, but now I am not free. I do not run in the woods. I do not run in the on the field, I do not run in the park. Now I only run for office. I am confined to a set of duties. I have accepted the life of responsibility. My path is set, yet I do not run; I walk.
As a young boy growing up in the forest, I could dash through the trees and meadows fighting dragons, Calormenes, Normans, Nazis, raiding hoards, pirates, rebels, Indians, and all those who would dare face me on the field of battle. I would run against them leading a charge; I would run as if I was mustang running free; I would run with only my imaginary opponents to fear. I was always victorious.
Later, I would run, as a teen, freely around the soccer fields. I would run in circles. I would listen to my headphones and run. Other times I would run with my sister and we would see who could run the farthest, it was me (even though she was faster). I would run to workout my thoughts and prepare for fun with my friends. I would run to relax.
When I worked for the Agency I still ran. I would run at the end of the day though the park, as the sun went down and rise early the next morning to see it rise. I ran, summer, spring, fall, and winter. It was when running I would run into old friends and maintain close friendships. Running gave me a life that kept me from becoming separated from my fellow humans.
Still I run, but now I am not free. I do not run in the woods. I do not run in the on the field, I do not run in the park. Now I only run for office. I am confined to a set of duties. I have accepted the life of responsibility. My path is set, yet I do not run; I walk.
posted by HITCREW at 7:48 PM
2 Comments:
How much is you, and how much the character? true idea that to bear responsibility is walk, how about stagger?
This is a character blog for the HITMAN student film series. All posts are fictitious and are available as insite into characters and situations created by D. Noa.
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