It has ever been a habit of mine to spark an idea aflame, and then blow it out halfway without bothering to finish it anymore. Tonight, on the long walk home, I felt a faint flicker struggling to remain alight in the middle of the sloshing, liquid exhaustion in my mind. It is my intention to tend to the embers as patiently and as tenderly as a mother would the dreams of her children, and never think of the blaze until it actually sears through my skin.
I will not be rushed, nor will I take an unsure step. The Universe has given me another crossroad, and I chose my path with absolute certainty, accepting the uncertain. All it takes is one small step each time I am sure I can take another, and nothing else. Just one small step.
