in the midst

Running at times seems to damn difficult,dependant on the training which in my case im very well trained and somewhat automatic at. It seems we think that when shit hits the fan or all hell breaks lose the easiest most numbing thing to do, is avoid the pain or deciphering what to do with it, its so much easier to just leave it(the feelings,the questions,the answers,most of all the truth) in a box in our heart at the very back of our emotional bookshelf. I once read a book with an incredible analogy of humans with a skin eating disease,when we are born our skin our emotional well being is clear clean,not a care not a scar nor open wound from anyone or any care in the world.As we progress as we get older the disease becomes distinctively worst our bodies are covered in wounds and everyone has them,we are all untouchable cause the second any particle gets in the wound we hurt,so in the midst of loving each other the only way we could possible hurt one another is by touching each other.And when we come to the realization that indeed we let them touch us and that the only way we could of prevented it was by not letting anyone touch us. Believing in people,believing in ourselves is such a risk,but clearly we are all risk takers,and at that we are in the process of mastering being us. Deciphering a code the code of loving,of believing,and of running.