Sink or Stink?

Long long ago,
I was timid, afraid,
And held myself to myself,
For I feared failure..
So I was never up for new things,
Thus no chance of failure…

It was all smooth and splendid,
Till I started stinking of the rot..
It was bearable up to a while,
But the stink got better of me,
Than the smoothness and safety…

So I was forced to move out,
From my comfort zone of the harbor..

I had to face rough seas,
I had to face the unknown,
I had to venture to survive..

There’s nothing motivating in life,
As much as survival..

And thus began an adventure,
Which opened new horizons,
Which poured in new options,
Which made me into another person..

I wasn’t the same person,
As I was before the venture..
After the necessary move out,
Life wasn’t that bad..
In contrary, it was much much better!

Yes, the seas were rough,
But my world has expanded..
Yes, there were unknown people,
But they are friends-to-be..
Yes, it was for survival,
But that’s where life exists..

The traveled wise me now believes,
It’s better to sail and sink,
Rather than stay and stink!

Yelp

I love watching movies but not so much of the genre similar to Jurassic Park. It might be due to my reaction watching it the first time.

In Jurassic Park, there is a scene towards the end, where the kids are chased by dinosaurs and the kids get into a lift. Just when it’s to take off, a dino almost catches a kid. The kid has to pull in the leg to be saved.

I let out a loud yelp and pulled in my leg. And people next to me started consoling me rather than watching it, for I was that scared.. 🙈