Yesterday I discoursed about the perpetual habit of holding place upon the agonizing course. The fear and pain that accompany each failed attempt, but which never seems to be enough to end the cycle.
When crawling into bed last night, however, I realized that I have a slightly divergent habit (perhaps more detrimental than riding this unremitting train).
Me- rather than traveling from station to station and testing several locations, I tend to recurrently revert to an old, familiar stop. A stop that is not perfect- but comfortable. A location with faults, but manageable.
Though the time I spend at this stop is satisfying, I often feel as if there is something more. At times I look around and think all that is needed is a basic renovation. Other times I fear I may need a new location all together.
~a different kind of cycle~
1 comment:
it's easy to sit in one stop. we know that stop, every nook and cranny. and we fear the unknown. the other stops along the way. what if they're worse? what if this stop is the best there is to offer? but until you leave you stop you don't realize the paint was chipping, the roof was leaking, and there was a smell. familiar might not mean comfort, it might just mean you got used to the stench...
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