Once the fish leaves the sea, he grows lungs.
He can’t un-grow his new lungs.
He may long for a time of comforting gills in the ocean.
But even if he tries to return, he’ll always know what could-have-been.
He’ll always know the possibility, joy, and freedom that the land and lungs could bring.
But it takes discomfort.
The life you’ve always imagined is on the other side of discomfort.
Embrace new.
New
