The thing is, you keep staring out at the horizon, and you blame everything but your own legs for not taking you where it leads. You have all these reasons, and sure, some of them make sense, but really: it’s your own fault. And you kind of know it. Only you’re too scared to admit that, because then you’d be forced to act, and that’s not really your strong point, is it?
Stop complaining. Don’t say no one understands, or nothing is as it was (when things were as easy as breathing, when it was never a question but a constant, unrelenting fact). You know that this isn’t the place where they plant great things. The soil is not fertile; it is cracked dry with lines and lines of jagged earth, and the sun is not as bright in this little space.
But know that you will grow if you want to. Fuck sunlight and water, you will spring from the soil out of sheer determination because you want to, you’ll crawl out of dirt and come out beautiful because really, underground isn’t where you’ve dreamed of being your entire life.
If you want to be great, then be great.