To Whom it May Concern

To whom it may concern,

Years have passed and your boxes are still packed.

Your knuckles are still bloodied from the last time you saw it.

You still believe in avoidance as the pre-cure to any possible pain.

Your carefully calculated escape routes have been run many times.

And yet you still manage to stay in the same zone of comfort with nothing and no one to face.

You've protected yourself from it for so long

Good thing you never unpacked those boxes...

and yet,

Have you seen nothing more than the same four walls?

How will you grow to be something more than a static nomad of mindfulness?

How much more can you run before your legs are too worn to step forward again?

So to whom it may concern,

Do yourself a favor:

Stop hiding.

Unpack your boxes.

Look it in the eyes.

Give it a name.

Invite it inside.