Kim Davidson

To Whom Do I owe this?

I lived perpetually plagued with the question: To whom do I owe this? My mother? My father? My genetic make up? Not knowing used to drive me crazy. I questioned the nature vs nurture arguement continuously. Over and over in my mind. Was there something I had done? or didn't do? To no avail, I pondered mercelessly. All I knew was that something....o.k.; honestly, many things were wrong. My emotions ran wild. Feelings ranging from rapture to perpetual doom plagued me. Something had me paralyzed to move; yet nothing could keep my mind from racing over and over again, quite often contemplating things of no magnitude relentlesly. Never coming to any real conclusion, and battling the feeling to run, invariably, I ran everywhere. Now at the age of 48, I still run. The difference during the later years of my life is that I am runnning to something instead of from something.