I've always been told that I should look before I leap. And since I am accustomed to listen, I look. But I've learnt not to stare too long. Because with each passing moment, the void of uncertainty becomes bigger and scarier, while my attempts to predict each and every possible outcome, to evaluate every possible mistake, to prevent each possible failure tangle so fiercely that the knots are all I can see. So instead I try to look for the opportunity to leap, and leap faster than my fear can grab me. Leap before I talk myself out of it, before I convince myself to set up a temporary camp that turns into a permanent delay on my journey into my own heart.
