Uncomfortable Comfort

The past scoops me up and hovers over the depths of my emotions, drawing the lines of reactions and taking me closer to undoubted results. Experience guides me ever reminding me of times gone by and luring me only to predictable things to come, somehow holding me captive, allowing no room for reckless chance. How comforting, the familiar. How foolish the secret desire to venture into the strangeness of new surroundings. Yet change is provocative. A misty glimpse of things anticipated but not yet reality calls to me, causing the stirring of the unfamiliar to quicken my spirit, leaving me gently shaken, wanting more.