The hard part is to start. Everything else just follows. I have the potential but despise the fear. The fear of failure. I have seldom achieved greatness, appreciation. Maybe in another universe I'm the epitome of perfection. But I trade my skills in this one. Here I am just a speck. Hardly noticed, mostly ignored.
What am I good at? Been asking this to myself all my life. What is it that I'm waiting to change my life. To awaken my inner beast or kill it completely. To wake up one morning and never sleep again. Be enlightened.
I follow the only road I see ahead. The path trampled by the many travellers it carried to cities unknown. I follow without doubt, for I believe my destination is where I stop. Now when I think about it, where do I stop?
I am still young. Yet to fight the greater battles of life. Never used the pike and talking about horrors of war. But what am I fighting for? Who wins if I lose? Infinite questions for a simple answer.
So I'm back on my path. I'm walking again. I don't want to miss out anything. Maybe a detour waits ahead. Or an escape rope. And maybe, just maybe, I shall take it.
