Zone_Zero_KevinBoucher

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People may relate to these situations but it makes you feel for these people from one short story.

It’s like emerging from a prison without anything to go on, even though I’ve never been to prison I felt like it did once I finally left my home to go to collage. Being lost for so long, stuck in my own little work at my parents house can only keep me happy for so long. With no one to talk to but my parents who don’t having anything going for them except for their home and vehicles. The isolation was too much, with nothing happening I stayed the same and didn’t learn new things. Don’t get me wrong, I love where I live but leaving there was the best thing I had ever done. I emerged lost in the forest since childhood, alone with nothing but money to buy a few meaningless things and to keep myself alive. What’s that worth when nothing else is going on.

Before I was surrounded by people who didn’t really have much and even if they did I would never know and even now It still feels like I’m still just emerging. Can the lost ever be found? Can the ones who locked themselves away every be freed with opportunity awaiting them? Can the mind allow such changes to occur when it isn’t so excited about breaking out of this little world? Even though I’ve left the prison I’ve been locked up in for so long it still feels like I’m trapped. Gradually going towards new more populated areas with more opportunities everywhere with the chances are there but never known about or taken then they will never happen. How would one reach for these chances and finally break out of the now only metaphorical prison?

Still reaching for what’s right in front of me the mind holds back what it doesn’t know. I tell myself to reach harder for it but it’s a struggle to take the first step and follow through. To break out of the prison is to chance who I am and to ignore the comfort I have known for so long to find a new life and forget the old before I was locked up. The restraints are strong so I as I move on leaving what has happened behind me will my journey succeed? The chains are starting to stretch, can I make it out? This is the story of a struggle of breaking out from a worthless comfort zone.