I've always been scared of life. I'm not sure where or how it happened. When I was younger I wanted so much, to live in the city, to travel the world and see everything. And somewhere along the line I got scared and only lived and felt comfortable in my little bubble. I would loath to come out of it. I felt safe at home and in my town. I wouldn't go anywhere. Even travel up the Dempster would see dangerous and forlorn.
As I have gained strength in myself again and in my mind I feel free and held back by constraints. But in my journey I feel as if I am shedding a shell little by little, releasing what is holding me back. Alive and bursting to get out and live an adventurous life!
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