We wonder. It's the key to a perfect discovery.

What makes us, humans, strong yet fragile, at the same time? Throwing words like knives and feeling like a shattered glass after. Crazy and pathetic, but reality.

A friend professed that we must own up the world. The world as our ultimate guide. The world as our freedom. The world as ours to live. True, BUT.

How do we detach ourselves from hesitations? There is no surety to everything. I am no risk taker in some aspects. Plan and it will follow. But how do we plan our life when we don't know what lies ahead? Gamble and there's a chance of winning. And losing. 

I've read the post over and over. I admired Dimwit in his accidental epiphany of trying to live life to the fullest. In a short time, I've rationalized that he is no weakling (despite his self-description to me) and has a better survival rate than me.

Positivity has always been my downside when it comes to personal matters. I detest looking forward to my "great and glorious future". Too many expectations, sometimes I cannot even handle. While writing this proclamation of my being a shameless coward, it rained. Heavy rains, at that. I felt the weight that I am putting unto myself. 

I should also make my own "Note to Self" and be reminded of a gift that I always deny. The gift of discernment. I think the One staring us from above gave us enough to judge our own, and to make our own. Though again, nothing is certain. But, eh, challenges have been here since time immemorial. It's just a matter of owning up to it.

READY? I think so. CHANGE? iBelieve. I feel metanoia now. All thanks to a note from someone who claims to be more broken than I am.