For every person there is an escape. An escape from stress, an escape from worries, an escape from people, an escape to worship. A back door that leaves behind the shell of who they appear to be and leads to who they are. A place where they can think, where they can connect. (or disconnect)
For some this is in running.
For others they do art.
Even still there are those who love to plant.
I may not love all of these things as others do, for they are not my exit plan, but I do enjoy these activities.
An escape though, is the place you can go when angry, jubilant, distraught, confused, hurt, or tired. The place you can retreat and relax. Where you can release all the stress and 'bad vibes'.
Usually this is a place you love or something you enjoy so much you can feel your heart leap at the thought of this relaxant.
For me, this is playing my guitar.
I may not be Jimi Hendrix, Joe Satriani, or Sheryl Crow but I do enjoy plucking a tune. Playing my guitar is such a wonderful thing.
It is my escape.If you don't know what this is then you haven't found yours yet. And that is okay! Just keep looking. It is not always something you are good at. One of my friends' hobby is gardening.
What is your escape?
Guitar is my catharsis.
~Carollela~
