I’m a person who likes the idea of living in the moment–soaking up every ounce of life before it eventually runs dry. However, I’m also someone who gets trapped in the past, like a hook is attached to my back while someone or something holds tight on the other end.
Oh how I want to break the line and continue living, but first I need to find the strength to lift the knife and face my fear of getting hurt even more than I already have. But what is more important? Facing your fears and living freely, or staying safe, never jumping from the cliff, but be strangled by regret?