The Escape Plan

Everybody needs an escape. 

Some people realize this, some don’t. 

Everyone has one or more anyway. 

They come in all kinds and forms. 

Some of them are ‘good’, while some are ‘bad’, ‘negative’ and even down right ‘dangerous’. 

Some are creative, some are Fads.  

Some are weird and some are just downright disgusting.

Some are very expensive, may even cost your life while some don’t cost you a penny. 

Some come to you naturally while some you copy along the way 

Some eventually turn into good habits and or addictions while some turn into bad habits and or addictions. 

But there is this hidden Innocence about this escapes. There is nothing conceited about them. It is not something you want to make money off. It is not something you do to show off or impress the world with. It is how you cope with your world. In some cases, it may even be something you are fighting so hard to get rid of.

Your escape is that thing you do, that tunes your mind away from all the cares and worries of this world. 

When you are doing it, it feels like you are in altered universe. 

A universe that has you and only you in it. 

You are so encapsulated in it that your forget time, space and even food. 

The one thing that quenches the voices in your head and make peace like a river to flood your soul. 

That thing that makes the world go quiet and everything to becomes still.

That thing that makes you feel better instantly.

For some people, it is playing the Piano or the Guitar. When all the think about is movement of the melodies.

For some people, it is cigarette or weed.  Even just a whiff of that fresh kush in the air makes them feel calm.

For some people, it is sex. That brief moment when your bodies learns each other and your minds go blank. 

For some people, it is when they are playing with themselves. Whether it is to porn or nothing.

For some people, it is that drug buzz. That codeine. That crack. That meth.

For some people, it is taking a walk or a run. When all they hear is the sound of their feet’s movement and their hearts racing or the song playing from their earpiece or the fresh breeze whooshing past them.

For some people, it is music. Music from their favorite band, genre or just plain ol good music.

For some, it is listening to the Radio. Listening to every word from the presenters. Waiting for that next programme.

For some, it just watching a movie or watching their favorite SAOP. Hi Mom

For some, it is flicking their ear loops with their fingers. Hi Sis

For some, it is playing with their elbows in a weird way. Hi bro

For some, it is sleeping. When they can turn the nightmares of this world into sweet dreams

For some, it is drinking. When the can drown their worries in the bottle 

For some, it is social media. When the can take on an alter ego and be whoever the world wants them to be.

For some, it is just talking to another human being. That moment when they escape themselves.

For some, it is retreating into their minds and day dreaming. Building their Utopia.

For some, it is hanging out with their buddies. Where the feel love and belonging.

For some, it playing their favorite video game. Where to get to be a Hero and a stud for a while.

For some, it is watching a football match. 

For some, it is engaging in their favorite sports. 

For some, it is prayer. 

For some, it is burying their necks in work.

For some, it is reading. 

The list goes on and on

For me, it is listening to Hip hop. That raw and real. Something about those punch lines. The words and lines from Emcees I can relate to.

For me, it is also putting this pen to this paper. To write down my mind, a song, a poem, a story. 

It is also reading a good book. You know, that John Grisham

Playing that PS3 Soccer also those the trick for me. Choko. Tukul wadup bro.

But I ain’t perfect so I got a couple of weird and bad ones myself. So I can relate when I see people who do too. I don’t judge them because I get them. 

I used to judge them though, back when I only saw the world in black and white. 

If you know people with the weird and the nasty ones, as long as it don’t hurt them or nobody or disobey God let them be. 

If you know those with the expensive, bad and dangerous ones, don’t judge them. Help them out the best way you can. Introduce them to a better one.

What is your escape?? How do you deal with your reality?