Finding temporary comfort in the limbo that indecision grants created an entirely new and delicate territory to navigate.
The inaction is a choice, a choice made largely on the basis of fear. Fear erects walls where it is most vulnerable. It brands us with a hot stick and takes us as its slaves.
No one can be truly fearless, without having first gone through some deepest, darkest moments and be lucky and/or determined enough to emerge alive and adapted. Scarred but victoriously resilient. Then continuously apply that new found resilience to every hurdle that threatens to pull you out to sea.
I stand by the edge of the water, fear lapping like waves around my ankles. The wet sand starts to give way and I fumble, now knee deep and painfully conscious.
Do I run back into a burning house… to save the things I loved?