The Fridge

There's this thing I often do when I get hungry

I open the fridge in search of some fulfillment

But inevitably nothing looks good

And I walk away.

A short-lived moment however

As I return again to check soon after

Expectedly I find nothing once more

And I walk away.

I begin to accept the facts

I stop seeing potential in the fridge

I know there's nothing there

I’ve checked it twice now.

But im so very hungry

And it worsens each passing minute

Perhaps i’ll check just once more

What harm can it do?

I open those doors I know so well now

And to my dismay something appears different

Vexed I begin to examine this discovery

What is it that caused this change?

I quickly inspect the contents

But it doesn't take long to realize that it's all

the same

There's been no shift in these products

It is merely a distraction.

They've been moved around

An attempt to confuse

And worse yet it worked

This time around I stayed longer than any time

before.

I couldn't tell you why I do it

Continue checking the same places

With the same contents

Expecting something to change.

I go back to it

Despite knowing deep down

That it remains unchanged

As do I.

When you sit around

Searching for something in safety

In the places where your most familiar

You lose so many chances.

Chances to learn

Chances to live

To laugh

To love.

There will come times

Times where you need to escape your comfort To

find what you were looking for the whole time

And it means everything that you do.