The hardest thing to do is make yourself do what you don’t want to do. A sort of inertia sets in and the very thought of moving in a different direction is difficult . It is always easier to keep doing the same thing. You know it , it is safe.
it is familiar. Its you. Your identity.
It’s hard to get cold and hungry and feel the pain of not knowing what will happen next. The anxiety of the unknown , untested, foreign.
The desert is like that. It is uncomfortable to actually walk through it. Much easier to just drive by. But hiking through it is a thing I would rather put off.
till another time. When it gets quiet, you have to listen to your fears and the doubts that come up.
Unfortunately nothing good comes from being safe . It’s a trap. A death trap.