Feeling safe

My ancestors heard a leaf move and ran for their lives, not knowing whether it was the wind or a lurking tiger. For them, safety was a clear-cut concept – escape danger, find shelter, survive. 

But now, it's different, more complicated, less about what’s out there and more about what’s inside. 

Me? I feel safe when I look at my bank balance and see that I'm not going broke. I look at my family, at their smiles and their happiness, and I’m good. I call my best friend, share a joke, laugh until my belly aches, and in that moment, the world feels right.

But then, colleagues get promotions, friends buy houses, strangers go on vacations, and I feel... unsafe. Their realized potential mirrors my insecurities. Because in the modern jungle, there are no lurking tigers, only unrealized potential.