I get too comfortable in certain spaces, certain environments, and within certain dynamics. Yet the very nature of dynamism is one of movement - something I tend to lose sight of from time to time. I'm not always willing to see a change in the landscape, but just blindly hope that I get dragged along with it.
We gauge our own lives by those around us, and I get anxious that I'm increasingly visible only in the rear-view mirrors of some of those close to me. Still, I guess as long I can remain there, it means we're all still driving in the same direction, right?.
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