I'm starting to think that risk, jumping head first into the unknown, is, in some instances, preferable to comfort.
Comfort is dull, monotonous, chock full of beiges and greys.
Risk is vibrant, tumultuous, decorated in harsh, smothering blacks and imposing, frightening reds, along with vivid, crazy pinks and funny, tickling yellows.
And I...I need some color in my life.
No more grey.
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