As long as I can feel the beat...

My anxiety is starting to get the best of me. I've done it before - moved halfway across the world, yet this time it seems more detrimental. I'm older, supposedly wiser, and the choices I make hold greater weight. What if I'm making a mistake, and life is playing one more cruel joke on me? What if I'm lonely? What if I fail? As these questions ignite a tempest in my mind, I try to calm myself with anything that comes my way, and while there are so many things that could go wrong, I never forget that despite my fears and endless questions, there is still a chance, albeit slim, that things might work out in my favour. Just this once.

Excitement, like hysteria, bubbled up in him from a hundred unsealed springs. He hasn't much time left to spoil. It was the last flicker of instinct of self-preservation which has yet to fail him before. As he laid to rest, he wondered about the explorers who'd sailed their ships to the end of the world. How terrified they must have been when they risked falling over the edge; they postponed the journey because they were afraid, because they wanted to hold happiness in reserve, like a bottle of champagne. and then they didn't want to use it up, because what do you wish for then? How amazed they must have been to discover, instead, places they had seen only in their dreams.