Today just solidified it. Growing sense of boredem, feeling physically restless, body pulling me towards a singular door with a whole world behind it waiting to be explored. A block of cheese in a rat maze, you will eventually end up back where you began. Every attempt to leave will find yourself with another dead end. We stay out of comfort, online we feel accomplished, because offline we never became anything. That’s the reality of it. We are all shackled to this world, ankles weighted. The key to the irons is right infront of us, only your willpower decides whether you will reach for it. I’ve overstayed my welcome.