Constantly plagued by the next daunting task, the tantalizing possibility of giving up lingered in the air.
I could stop now, or at any moment, and turn back.
I could say it was too hard or that I just couldn’t do it and i wouldn’t have to do it anymore.
It could be so easy, but then, what would it be for?
To give up now; to go back to what little i had left would be such a waste of a great opportunity…
But to go on would require great strength.
Strength I’m not sure I have inside of me.
So, I closed my eyes and I allowed time to pass by me, leaving my fears in the past.
I guess this is whats its like to be brave… terrifying.