It's like... I am abandoning an alligator chasing me because there is another cheetah running faster towards me.
Life is a joke, really.
I love distraction from my current thought, but why the distraction is something even messier... I am never ready...
What's comfort zone anyway?
It's either death or jumping out of a shark tank to move to a lions' den.
Everything changes.
Nothing stays the same.
