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Trapped In Familiarity.

 

Trapped In Familiarity. 

Ulises Vargas 

November 13, 2025. 


Often, I find myself settling for dull mediocrity: 

Whether it be a lackluster pastime, 

Or the validation of meaningless people 


Life could be so free

If I liberated myself from these dead-ends


Potential is only as real

As what I’m willing to let go of 


Comfortable and dry relationships 

Keep me ensnared with no reason to stay, 

Then no reason to leave 


Believing that my skillset is limited 

Manifests stagnation 


Placing only the sure bet 

Means that I will never gain 

At the pace of my best effort 


Only risk can lift me 

Out of conservatism and doubt 


To seize my moment 

Is to remove myself from the moments of others;

To hoist sail and leave old;

To leave and let live 


That life suited me, for a time 

Now, I must follow my heart:

Pursuing last night’s dream everyday;

Disavowing all that of yesterday which was static, 

With the pride of new heights reached 


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