Excursions taken past times in woods
knew I was new, sheltering beneath
hulking trees, roofs to rain, sun,
snow, but once ages ago new
now stands tall aged.
Little I ask,
There are two thoughts that come to my mind when I am required to make decisions, decisions that are capable of (or, at-least I believe) changing life’s course, “the only one stopping you is you” and “only stretching far beyond can one know, how far one should go”. They are somehow both asserting my inclination to take risks, to push beyond limits to find where limits lie. I believe what keeps me from taking risks is an uncertain future because unknown is scary and I don’t intend to lose a functional present to possible future, cautious just like the quote, “A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush”. So, when a door opens to multiple possibilities where likelihood of any is probable, I only see and wish to perceive grandness, also doubting abilities the same time, knowing that I just started creates a gap, large enough to keep me at bay. I guess it gets overwhelming. All I think anyone is capable of doing is to RESPECT one’s INSTINCTS to make choices, and not SUCCUMB to the tragedy that is QUITTING.