Starting Over

The world is falling. All the pieces of my life over the last few years have been stacked up so carefully just to crash to the ground in seconds. All that’s left is wanting to start something new. Something completely different. A decision so inviting but so cautious and fearful. On one side you make new friends… new first impressions.. I can make them believe whatever I want them to believe about me. I get a career where I can be my own boss and be able to provide for my future family. On the other side is leaving everything behind. What little comforts are still left but at least they still exist. People and relationships I may have missed out on. But how can I stay when everyday I’m suffocating more and more. Like someone has a bag around my head and it just keeps getting tighter and tighter. Stuck in this monotonous cycle of discontentment for where life has taken me and fear of the opportunities that can change everything. I’m reaching my hand out in complete darkness, just hoping someone will grab it and take me to where I’m supposed to be. To where I belong. Maybe someday that will happen. But sooner or later I’m going to have to jump. And there’s no telling what will await at the bottom.