Shared a Thought
Sometimes, as i get as close as can be to the thing i feel i want most in life, a part of me just pulls away from it.
I know that its a big leap, a huge one even, into something that is just unknown, something that is unfamiliar and risky, but i feel it may be worth it, but the leap is so big, the other side is so far a way that i don't even attempt the jump out of fear of not making it, of drowning, of not being able to get back to where i jumped from if i don't make it to the other side.
In this case, maybe smaller steps and smaller jumps are better, landing on pebbles along the way until i reach the end.
Some pebbles may not hold me, some may, but in the end i will still be heading in the right direction.