Walking out the Comfort Zone

Tensity. Why does such a word fly across the blank brain of a morning's waking? Each opening of each day it must be faced. Tensity, stress, fear, terror. Is this the right way to go? Is it not? Will I prevail? Will I accomplish what I set forth to do? Why the fear? Why the doubt? Why the moment's hesitation? If one believes in oneself, one can accomplish almost anything they set out to do or become whatever they set out to become. With determination, a path well chosen, a mind that will persist, anything can be possible. With great certainly I must say that I have every faith in myself pulling through, even with all the fear of possible failure.

Walking out the Comfort Zone, that's the base of such instablity. The comfort zone of family protection, of my people, of my old friends, of school, of things once familiar and walking into the world of different culture, different expectations, and different degree of independence. What do I look at is a field entirely foreign to me, different from anything I have touched in the past, but a field that proves most challenging and attractive, and I just cannot turn away from. How came I to find this to be something I want, I cannot explain, just like I cannot explain half the things happening in my life anymore.

Push the limits. Outside the comfort zone, I wonder what my limit is. Here, where I am still only a small pawn, powerless in the bottom of the pyramid. In comparison of my past, where I am on the top, admired and adored. Here and now, things are different, entirely different. Sacrifices must be made, accomplishments awaits. And I plung in, frightened, but excited, into the future unknown. Too many variables, too many possibles, too many ables.