GET IN TOUCH
I've always imagined I'd visit a jungle at some point in my life. They are densely beautiful and may contain answers to many of humanity's major problems. But then I visited a natural history museum and saw some very scary bugs, and now have full awareness that I would never willingly go to the dripping hellscape of death that is the jungle.
Self-awareness is painful but important. I like the feeling of manageable danger. But in the jungle, there are a million ways to die and they're all waiting to drop from a tree branch onto your head.
