I feel trapped…
this air is stale and heavy, hard to breathe
I’m at the bottom…
I feel trapped.
What am I doing? I feel as if I’m in some sort of invisible box… trapped. This is a box of illusions. It alters the truth… the view looking in from the heavy, stale desperation on the inside. People see me, but interpret my cries of desperation as exclamations of joy, prosperity and happiness. I’m frantically looking, scanning for a way out.
Desperation… one of the worst feelings. Where do we go from this point?
We see people with comfortable lives. The seem happy enough. But can being too comfortable lead to a lack of motivation, a life of just whimsical dreaming, never putting action behind it? There’s so much to lose being comfortable. Nobody enjoys being uncomfortable.
Desperation probably means we’re already in an uncomfortable situation… we’ve got nothing to lose. In a troubled mind, this could result in a negative outcome, but in a valuable mind… it may be the motivation to achieve greatness. Desperation causes action… might as well go all in.