/lit/ - Literature

I am proud of the progress I am seeing in myself. I am the most physically in shape I have ever been, and my mental/emotional state is stable for the most part. I want to g out and see new things, meet new people... I desire to go and explore, and make this world my own. It is time I allow my hard work to be put to use. Yet, I hesitate... I pause like a hand to a lit match, knowing that the flame is hot, yet if I simply clasp my hand around it, the heat will not last for more than a moment. This caution has helped me in the past, yet I fear it is harming me in the present. Sometimes one needs to leap into the unknowns of life, to put themselves in situations unsure, to see who they really are. Why do I not want to know who I really am? What reasoning is there for this faulting at the starting line? Perhaps, ultimately, the thought behind the action is what prevents it...