This week I was watching A Beautiful Mind when I was hooked by the line "Conviction is a luxury of those on the sidelines." I struggled with the line like a baited fish and could not stop thinking about it. Just as Hamlet struggles to exact the revenge he promised he would, I struggle to live by the beliefs I have always held onto.
As I climb the mountain, tremors shake the earth and I find myself falling. I grab at whatever I can, desperate to find something concrete that I can hold onto and believe in. The rocks loosen from my grip and the ledges offer only temporary support before the weight of my own self shatters it and pulls me down. I close my eyes, disoriented from this state of freefall, confused by up and down and the sky and the earth-the things I have always known. Finally I stop and open my eyes, and I'm holding onto something familiar. I'm back where I started, before the path became corrupted by jagged and obtrusive obstructions, and I was only dreaming. No scars, no broken bones, no pain. Under my daring and adventure is fear; it was hollow courage-nothing but bravado. I continue on right, marching to the beat of the drum. I only daydream of turning left and scaling the rough terrain.
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