Why can’t I scrap my worldly possessions, break my relational ties, and set off on foot around the globe to discover god, myself, and internal peace? No one could stop me if I decided I wanted to break camp. So I must be the one standing in the way of myself. Why would I do that when nothing sounds better than chucking my stresses? Cowardice.
I fear disappointing others. I fear the unknown. I fear that I won’t like me once I find me, or that there isn’t a god to discover, or that internal peace is really just loneliness. I fear jumping for a dream because I might fall off the ledge. What if the un-materialistic life is not what I want once I get it? What if I have to crawl back to my relations to beg for a small part of my life back? Maybe we’re brainwashed by that “grass is always greener” saying to keep us from doing what we really want to do. That fucking phrase halts dreams. -antiwasp
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