The earth is large, large enough that you think you can hide from anything: from fate, from god, if only you found a place far enough away. So you run...
...to the edge of the earth, where all is safe again, quiet and warm. The solace of salt air. The peace of danger left behind. The luxury of grief. And maybe, for a moment, you believe you have escaped.
You can run far, take small precautions, but have you really gotten away? Can you ever escape? Or is the truth that you do not have the strength or cunning to hide from destiny? But the world is not small. You are. And fate can find you anywhere.