Grown comfortable? Please... I have my 10.000 hours in, I am a master. Any effort for improvement has to compete with the effortless act of doing something by instinct.

There's no point in becoming a better person for me. For whom even? I could be the nicest, smartest, most capable, most empathetic, most charismatic version of myself I'd still be blindly stepping around in a dark forest alone.

All my life I've missed every off-ramp, every warning sign, every speed bump, I flew through the dirt after the road has ended and now I am stuck in a ditch.

I'm somebody who need to be thrown into the water to learn how to swim instead I've been told not to step in it because there might be sharks.

But enough with the metaphors for now.