Escape Artist

Somebody once called me an escapist. A rude jolt to my ego that was! I always fancied myself one to face and fight every situation i was presented with. Immediately the overthinker in me kicked into overdrive, and instead of dismissing the lose comment for what it was, I pondered it over for much longer than i should have. The good part about it is most of my thinking is done on two wheels. And on one long reminiscent ride it hit me. 1) you cannot change what others have decided to believe about you 2) escapism, used judiciously, does not necessarily imply weakness in character. And hence i began to employ it, making conscious choices to pick the battles i needed to fight, and deciding when to just ride.