It is akin to learning to walk, when your neurons are still formulating and your balance uncertain and the world is all of a vast darkness beyond each moment’s immediate grasp. You are alternately frightened and frustrated by your inability to function as fully as you wish in this new medium you are attempting to acquire skill within. You have to work at it—continuously, completely. You can’t keep ducking back into your comfort zone, which has no place here outside of money. You have to keep falling, and getting back up; falling, and laughing, and getting back up. Eventually, what was once alien impossibility will become unhesitant practicality. Until then, you are an open wound, broken apart into a suffering comprehension of what it takes to become skinned anew.