Surely life isn't all green grass and plush cushions. You know that period of time when the stuff you used to slide on runs out, and you just can't go forward? You could hide, definitely, but for all you know you might just have some guy stepping on you the whole time. We know ignorance is bliss, but whose ignorance are we talking about now?
So you reached the end of your home territory, and you touch on the unknown. It's a cold hard surface, that's for sure. Who knows what people or problems you might face? With every new environment comes new fears, comes new suspicions, new dangers.
You met with a predicament. You're stuck. You rely on the goodwill and hopefully upright moral stature of those around you to just get by the day. You don't want to move. What if they spot you. What if they didn't. That might come to a painful end too wouldn't it?
Time sure flies when you're having fun, but other than that, it's a snail's pace, an unending race, and reliance on grace. Hmm. Don't snails have the worst lives?
Metaphorically speaking of course.
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