I take a step out into the void and I do not know if I will fall or fly. Most likely fall. But take this step I must, for where I am seems intolerable to my senses, and I must go. Yes, it is that I hear the void calling me, that fearful thing called the future is whispering my name as if it knows something I do not. I will step into the unknown because the known all around me is not as worth knowing as it once was. I realize destiny I cannot rely as guide except that I know it plays a part somehow; I must make my way as best I can understanding that it will make sense only far after I've done the things I will. Whatever must happen in the courses of the world I cannot say, but I at times I sense something of destiny's hint around many things that occasion to occur, and even a few things that I make do myself. I arm myself with faith, and I leap.
What can one do but take the chance? Who wants in life that at the end of it all regret that he never found out what would happen if he were to reach for the prize? I might say, I have tried, and I have failed, but I was alive: when he says only, I have never tried, how can he say that he lived? Someone once said that if you are not brave, pretend to be, for no one can tell the difference. That will be my principle, as I am not one who has any more courage than anyone else. It is that perhaps I fear different things from the one who never dares to step into the unknown: I fear wasting away more than I fear to falter or fall. The day is half gone, and I want not when the night comes that I have wasted the whole of light. May the Lord guide my way in ways that I do not conceive; may I come to the shore where I am meant to be, and do what I am meant to do.
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