And guess what? That bubble won’t keep you safe, either.
It may fend off ideas that challenge who you think you are, but it simultaneously keeps you from becoming who you were supposed to be.
This world is full of sharp edges, close calls, collapsing structures, fissuring ground, so it makes sense for one to feel compelled to discover a sense of what it means to be safe and sound.
You are destined to be bored, boring, and brittle if you spend your life in a cocoon of ideas. A butterfly with scars shares a life well-lived with each flap of their tattered wings.
Your fissures are what make you unbreakable.
Go pound sand and see the separations become bondage; every grain impossible to shatter.
It’s only when you fuse them, force them together do they become brittle. They’ll show you who you really are, shattering your soul before shattering themselves.
None of us endured billions of years of interstellar gestation to finally make our appearance and fall short of what we were placed here to do.
You aren’t twenty-five, you are some thirteen billion plus twenty five.
What wisdom are you denying by residing in a sheltered space?
What ideas are you hiding from, intentionally, because you have a creeping sense they just may shatter your perspective of yourself, the world, existence as a whole?
Your mind is only as expansive as the diversity of thought you allow to pass through your synapses.