by nature, we are all creatures of habit. we seek the comfort of the familiar, finding it hard to let go even of the things that are unhealthy for us for the sole reason that we have become accustomed to them slowly eating us to the core. we dream dreams even when we know they could never come true simply because we’ve dreamed all our lives and we know no other preoccupation to cradle our head while we sleep. even while we are awake. we make the same mistakes over and over again, justifying every stupidity as another lesson learned the harder time this time. the thought of venturing out leaves us paralyzed with fear. no one knows what’s on the other side of the fence. a greener pasture? or perhaps just about the same type of grass growing in our own yard. nobody knows. and so we go crawling back into the little holes we dug out ourselves to call our home. we find warmth, comfort, and shelter there. and in the darkness we dream. we are creatures of habit, after all.