"I've always tried to stay in my own bubble. I like in there. I can fell calm and create what I want with no shame, anxiety or self consciousness. There are no tears, sickness, wars, terrors.
It's just me and my wonders.
But as I get older, the walls of my of my bubble begin to thin.
Monsters from the outside world pound and claw at my bubble, threatening to tear it to pieces.
I cry and sob, I find the outside world scary. I don't want to leave.
I have two choices now.
Will I come out and face the monsters?
Or will I crawl and cower and learn nothing?"