The Dilemma of an Expat

It had been a difficult decision to leave everyone and everything behind. 

But he had no other option. 

He had enough of all the negativities surrounding him. 

A broken city with a dilapidated system. 

A city that had left all the memories of progress far behind. 

A city in a hurry to go back in time whilst every one hastened to pick up the pieces. Before it was gone. Everyone seems to be rushing in different directions. 

And on top of all that, every other person here seems to be angry. Like you were responsible for their misery. 

Peace was a truly a luxury. A luxury that no one seemed to be able to afford. 

It was frustrating, extremely frustrating. 

The sense of helplessness that wraps you in its arm and then, drowns you in your own sorrows.

True, he had his family here in the same city. But they were not immune from the curse. They were affected, just like him, just like everyone else. 

Sometimes he wondered what kept everyone from tearing apart each other. Was it religion, the spirit of human nature, the good deeds of a few? 

What?

He had been dreaming of running away for a long time. A long time. He had been just waiting for the right time. 

And when the time came, he left everything behind. Just like that. And went away.