I am staring at a wall of fog. It is limitless, and there is no way to know what’s beyond that wall unless I advance. I am staring at a wall of fog, and I know that my next move must be stepping forward into it. There’s no turning back. I don’t want to turn back. There is no mistake that my next move must be into the fog.
I am equally excited as I am nervous. Beyond my vision could be the most wondrous things in all of the world, or the most terrifying. Either way, they are my future. They will shape who I will grow to be, regardless of if that is good or bad.
Part of me just wants to stand there. I just want to stand there on the brink of my future, but I know that’s not a possibility. People who stand stagnate don’t grow. They don’t flourish. The ground and the world grows around them, and the tree’s roots wrap around their feet, and then they are lost – stuck with themselves and their regrets forever.
It gives me comfort when I think about how everyone must go through the fog at least once in their lives. I may feel lonely, but I am not alone.
All of my life, people have warned me about this day. Everyone always told me that I had to act in ways that would be beneficial to my future – so that it wouldn’t be so tough later on.
I never really listened to them, though. I was always in favor to marching to my own beat of my own drum, and discarding anybody who told me to do otherwise. In retrospect, maybe that wasn’t the greatest morale to grow up to. Then again… Maybe it was. Maybe the other side of the fog would be joyous because of my unique stance in how I went about certain things. On the other hand, maybe it would be the polar opposite. At the moment, “maybe” was too prevalent a word in my vocabulary.
I am still staring at the wall of fog, but my hesitancy to enter it is growing smaller. My excitement is coming to overpower it, and I can feel myself wanting to move forward. There is nothing left for me behind the fog.
I am walking into the wall of fog. It is limitless, and I am starting to discover what’s beyond the wall as I advance. I am walking into the wall of fog, and I do not know what my next move will be. I want to keep walking. There is no mistake that everything will be okay. I am no longer nervous, I am only curious.