Distraction

So I was stressed over a thing, and another problem came, distracting me from the first problem. 

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.