Playing small, betraying oneself. And for what?
Impressions of security, of doing this and saying that, chalking one milestone up against the other. Expectation checklist covered.
All the while ignoring, nay, dreading those beseeching eyes. The ones that bore deep through the vestiges of the soul, demanding, nay, begging for an answer:
“For what shall it profit a (wo)man, if (s)he gains the whole world, and forfeits (her)his soul?”