I am completely rushed off my feet right now. Then why am I not floating in the air?

Responsibility hangs around me like musty air. Suffocating. I feel like a 10-year-old prince sitting on the throne. I rule my land while they conspire behind my back. Waiting for me to make a mistake. Waiting greedily. I can hear them whispering in the dark corners and the shuffling noises that follow me like a shadow.

I don’t have the capability to face responsibility or the capacity to deal with power. But do I have the courage to walk away? To leave all this behind? How can there be comfort in discomfort?