Stuck and predictable. We stop beating the heart to our own drum.
Instead of chasing our dreams, we ride the coattails of others.
We become a cog that seeks to please rather than to push.
How we align our attention, to the duty or to the clusters of individual freedom, is what determines our self-worth.
The story we tell ourselves works to combat the harsh reality of Monday mornings.
We buck the reassurance of controlled variables for the sake of a cloudy destiny.