Dreadweight?

For the past four years I've been living in a valley steep on mountains and high up sky. I've heard people from the prairies say that they felt claustrophobic when they first arrived, and it's understandable. Planted between the giant swells of mountains, often buried in grey clouds, it's easy to feel planted, coddled, or stuck depending on the day.
Of the people who moved here and away again, there are those who say, yes, there was a strange lulling, sometimes expressed as a reluctance to leave the valley. Of the people who have always lived here, they have always lived here and love it as the best place on earth. Mind your geography, now.
No matter where you go, there you are, and place is simply the setting for the mind. Sometimes changing place can make the mind stand out, the consistent thing when everything else has changed. Traveling can be valuable for that.
In this small womb-like valley it's easy to remain unfocused, unattached, undeveloped, nourished by mountains and air, never born, never to face challenges, to see what mettle exists: What is there? What is possible? What am I? In such a small place, transformation appears to be very difficult, and dreams can seem alien even to the dreamer. They are the blueprints of existence, endogenous and evolving, but like all living things require labour to be birthed into the world. This womb, these mountainous labia, what can be borne?
Such a small place needs a big sky, a long moment of possibility, a sense of opportunity that shouts HERE I AM and wakes the sleeper out of comfortable fear and into the dream. This dream is life. It could end at any time. Do not be afraid. Do not go back to sleep, even if it is enormously painful.
Bob Marley said:
"If she's amazing, she won't be easy. If she's easy she won't be amazing. If she's worth it, you won't give up. If you give up, you're not worthy... Truth is everybody is going to hurt you. You just have to find the ones worth suffering for."
True story.