There are two doors here, and I don't know which way to go.
I know one leads back to a place I remember, a place I know. It is not a perfect place, but I'm... comfortable there. I've been through that door many times now, and each time I enter I lose a little more of my natural exploratory tendancies. I know that every day I go in there, I will be back here, with my two doors to face. They will always be there if I go through that door. But every time I do, I know it is getting less and less likely I will ever try the second.
The second door leads outside, to the wilderness. Untamed jungle, overgrown forests, places I have never been. I don't even like to go camping. Why would I ever want to go out there? Still, I am drawn to it, like a moth to a flame, but I fear. I fear that if I go out that door, that I will never return, never have this choice, this freedom, again. I won't, but what freedom might await me out there? Might there be such freedom that I cannot even imagine it from here?
I hesitate, but only for a moment. I know what I must do.
I go through a door.