I know those lines are too strong for an opening. But that is really the first thing that came to my head tonight. I find myself (yet again) at this imaginary crossroad. Two paths stand before me. One is predictable and familiar while the offers an unknown path for me to explore.
The new path is intriguing. It offers possibilities that I have not even considered. But, at the same time, it demands that I completely abandon the familiar path. And that's where my problem lies.
The idea of letting go of the familiar frightens me. The thought that I would be treading new and unknown grounds without so much of an idea of what I would be getting myself into makes me nervous to the point that I would rather carry on the tried and tested road even if it means that I would be subjecting myself to a robotic routine.
When did I stop living? When did I become so adverse to change?
