I woke up this morning trying to remember when was the last time I was really felt afraid. Or at least an overwhelming sense of suspense in fear that the decisions I am about to make have the risk to attract disfavor towards my side. Every recent event that crossed my path seems to be processed with immense amounts of calculated risks and analysis before proceeding with action. While that in itself sounds like a viable choice to live, I somehow loathe the serene complacency that precedes after that. Its like cowardice cloaked in superficial ‘wisdom’.

I like fear. It gives me the opportunity for courage, it makes me try harder, it pushes me to be resourceful with the little that I have out of my inadequacy. It turns a broad easy path of nothingness into a narrow road with only one way to either push forward or sit at your knees and give up trying. Its time to go tip-toeing on a thin icy lake to go fish for some trout.