Run away

So do you ever have such a bad day that you want to run away and say good bye to everything you every knew and loved? Well let me tell you that I had one of those days yesterday.
How do we manage to get ourselves in such a predicament to lead us on a road to craziness? Is it because of the choices we make? Or the people we choose to be around? What is the definition of a bad day?
If you break it down: the definition of bad according to theFreeDictionary is "Not achieving an adequate standard; poor; disagreeable, unpleasant, or disturbing.
The definition of day according to dictionary.com states it is the period of light between two nights.
Combine the two words together and you have the time of light where you are awake and operating and having an unpleasant or disturbing time throughout. Well... That definitely sounds like my day! We are not perfect; I would like one person to tell me right now that the are perfect in every way. That they have no fault to them and that they have never had a bad day.
I know that there are numerous days where I have wanted to run away and leave everything behind but I never did.. I know people who would have decided that things were not the way they would like for it to be and leave whenever they want. They would not think twice about the people or things they are leaving behind; they would only be thinking about how to better themselves and what the next move would be. If you were going to run away where would you go? What bridges would you burn? Who would it affect and who would you hurt? Most importantly would you be hurting yourself?
Are you running away because it is the right thing to do or because it is an impulsive decision?
Like I said my day was horrible and I was ready to make that impulsive decision to run and not tell anyone of what was going on. But then sanity shined in like it does it the movies and its like a door has been opened and bright lights and warmth told me this was a crazy bold move and for me to sit back and weigh my options.
So I did. I did the only thing that can calm me down; I got in my car blasted the music and went to the park. Sure enough there was nobody there and i opened all my doors and started to dance.
I danced my heart out. I tried to be carefree and get every worry out of my mind. When clarity sank in I drove back home and went back to my daily routine.

Why do you think we get pushed to our limits all the time. Its like we are being tested.. Some people pass and others fail. Who are we to judge who the failures are though?
I don't think that I could ever run away and never look back on all that I am leaving behind. There are times when I want to get away and not think about the day; people have it tough but what kind of people are we if we always run away from bad times or hardships. Does that make us weak as a person?