What Am I Running Away From?

What am i running away from? Seriously, what is this mysterious danger casting its invisible shadow on life, that i should continuously try to escape? What could i achieve which death won't take away? What could i achieve which would enhance my being?
Perhaps, that wonderful achievement is a simple, subtle gesture. Perhaps it is ceasing to work for my own elusive salvation and give a moment of my own, to that life which has given me this 'me'. A moment of simple openness to what is, of vulnerable honesty, of love indeed, which the death of all words could not undo, which truly would perfect my being.

You cannot see reality
until you are willing
to see things
as they are