Okay, what’s next? There has to be another step after the last one. I probably shouldn’t stay on the same path when I don’t like what I see in the distance, but it’s so safe and smooth and familiar. I don’t want to walk out into the weeds. I’m not the type of person who runs off, blazing my own trail. I’m also not afraid of a challenge. I enjoy pushing myself. And I love the rush of accomplishment upon arriving at the viewpoint after a difficult climb. Safety has never been a high priority for me, partly because I tend not to value my own life, but mostly because I believe nothing can harm me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not reckless or anything. And I do get hurt all of the time because I’m uncoordinated and seriously accident prone. But still, we each have our time to go. When it’s our time, it’s our time, and there’s nothing we can do about it. And until it’s our time, it’s not our time, and so we have to keep living one day after the next, one step after another, until it is our time. And it’s not my time, not yet. I’m still here. I’m still breathing. I’m still yearning for a steep, jagged ascent, longing for a change from the mind-numbing level road. Be careful what you wish for, I know, but I need to stay alert. I don’t want to waste a single opportunity. I’m eager to take another step forward.