There is this conflict inside me, gnashing its teeth, clawing at my insides.
I want to travel the world, see sunbaked orange canyons and crashing-river jungles and oceans lit up by jellyfish glows.
But at the same time,
There is this monster inside me,
Whispering
It isn’t safe out there.
It costs
Money
Time
Other people will tell you what they think.
I squirm.
Nature calls.
Am I really cursed to just sit and listen?