A type of guilt
you lay there comfortably in the house they helped you build afraid of becoming too complacent you sit there day after day in the sunlit room surrounded by smiles and encouragement yet something inside screams for escape for challenge for the unknown the routine feels safe but safety isn't what you want it's just what you've come to accept and that scares you more than failure you catch yourself thinking "maybe i'm just bored" "maybe i'm ungrateful" "maybe i'm jealous of others" "maybe something's wrong with me" you found yourself asking who are you to want more when you've been given everything? is it ingratitude or ambition that makes you restless in this worldly paradise? what scares you more? staying in this comfortable place or risking everything on a new path that might lead nowhere? trapped not by their demands but by your own sense of owing from the outside looking in everyone tells you to it's better to stay that you'd be crazy to leave what you have that the odds favor comfort and security but they don't see contentment may slowly hollows you out how staying somewhere safe might protect you today but steal something vital from you tomorrow
i have become too comfortable with my current situation. i can’t afford to be complacent any longer. even if i love where i am at right now, even if i know there’s a high chance that i’ll be better off here, is it really the best thing for me? is this what i need? and most importantly, is this what i truly want?
i ask myself, what is it do i want?
the feeling of indebtness is the reason why i’m afraid to move forward.
when i’m not sure of the path i must take, then what should i do?
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