growing up, I did not understand the differences between happiness
and joy
currently, I find, that maybe for me, it’s one
or another
If this, single defining moment, requires me to acknowledge
then shift
it’s okay that I need that fine line
[introduction to Waking Up in the Dark or the infinite pit that we know as time]
There was once a diagnosed agoraphobic. At least, that’s what he was diagnosed with. The reality is that, he was okay with open space, okay with leaving the house, and commuting on the bus to his office. His main fear, the everlasting terror, was the idea of finding somewhere and falling in love with it. Not by location or SES, but rather potential.This fear of change was founded in the idea that he was content and comfortable. The things in his past were fine, and they didn’t need to change. His weekday routine wasn’t necessarily rigid, but it was consistent. Upon waking, stretching, walking the dog, drinking coffe, getting ready for work. These happened every morning, because nobody required him to do anything else.
Chubenn all along 