I feel too safe, I feel too sheltered, I feel as though I'm stagnant in the same oppressed position. This is not me. This is not exciting, or lively, or challenging, or daring. It is blank, it is boredom, it is buried hope and buried goals. It is waiting, not doing, it is fear. There is a willing and yearning to "go" but I seem to be held up at "no". When will I ever know if it's my time to "go"? For me to leave things behind that are unfinished, that just seem to be taking too much time? I could "go", I could explore and embrace all types of change. I guess I'm stuck at, "I don't know".
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 7:27 PM UTC
I feel too safe, I feel too sheltered, I feel as though I'm stagnant in the same oppressed position. This is not me. This is not exciting, or lively, or challenging, or daring. It is blank, it is boredom, it is buried hope and buried goals. It is waiting, not doing, it is fear. There is a willing and yearning to "go" but I seem to be held up at "no". When will I ever know if it's my time to "go"? For me to leave things behind that are unfinished, that just seem to be taking too much time? I could "go", I could explore and embrace all types of change. I guess I'm stuck at, "I don't know".
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