The Wolf's Dilemma

I'm currently visiting family. A place steeped in traditions and cultural values that shaped my story. I cherish the identity it gave me growing up. The tribe, the belonging. Individuality barely exists here. It's a hive mindset, always putting the group first.

But after a week, my energy and creativity are drained. This place doesn't spark a builder's mindset.

It's not their fault. They haven't changed.

I have.

I agree with Kipling, "The strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack." But this can be a curse as much as a blessing. What good is a wolf that never learns to stand on its own? The path isn't always wide enough for two. Sometimes, the wolf must hunt alone.

I've envisioned the person I want to become and for this new version to live, the old one must die. The road ahead demands it and the old me is not built for where I'm going.

This is a maze of self reinvention many navigate, and keep navigating. It's necessary to evolve.

This isn't about outgrowing the people around me. It's about sailing in a new direction, one that demands a lonely chapter and the courage to write it.

The comfort zone is a false ally. It rewards standing still. It shields you from adversity, and that shield is a trap.

I know, because that's how I got here.

The only way is through.

Every step is a vote for who I want to become. Do it tired. Do it broken. Do it ugly.

But do it.