Answer: When I became ready (and willing) to venture to the dreamscapes and thought-storms of a new horizon.
And so it continues…
Suddenly, I realize the comfort zone is a speck in the shrinking distance far, far behind me.
"When did I leave it," a puzzled voice in my head asks.
Came a soft and reassuring voice, "The moment at which you were willing to venture beyond the thorns of yesterday and into the thoughtmares and mindstorms of a new horizon."
As I walk towards the ever present now, I can feel tendrils growing from me; thinkerings of images and words extending from me.
Unreality never seemed so vivid.
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