She looked at the mad crowd and realized what she was missing for the last four years. It’s not the surprises or the unwrapped presents that come along with warm embraces. It’s not even the printed photos of her or the spontaneous dinner.
It’s the world.
She thirsts. She craves. She wants for to breathe in wider spaces—and spaces where there is danger and pain and fear. Spaces where people are all strangers to one another…
But then she realized: Isn’t the thing that she has right now is what she once hoped to have not so long ago?
Since when did she become this discontented? Ah, ever since comfort came in.
Contentment is a big word that challenges once faithfulness. Love is an understatement. Happiness needs excitement. Fate is measured by faith.
When will she stop looking? When will she stop destroying herself?
The world is waiting for her.
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