Time to go
It feels as if I’m tied to the shore. As if something - whatever it is that binds me - won't allow me to drift into the open, into the deep waters. Tied here, I've already found comfort.
At some point, I realize there is no rope, and the vast depths are entirely within reach.
It has been fear - and that quiet sense of comfort, of calm. Why would I need waves when I feel good here?
But then I wonder- there may be a far better place to live. And if I set out into the waves at this very moment and never stop, I might find it.
I realize something. It doesn’t matter whether I ever arrive. The thought of spending my entire life tied here, unable to reach what lies beyond, drives me mad. What holds me back is myself - I am the one denying the pull of dreams, the kind that demand action.
It’s time. Time to go. To leave and never stop.
Nothing holds me back anymore.