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There’s a certain sense of fear when you leap into the unknown.

I know that, and I’ve been avoiding taking leaps whenever I can because I’m not sure what will catch me if I fall. I’ve discovered that once you’ve set out your purpose, the hows will slowly answer themselves — like a pages in a storybook that will unfold in due time.

I’ve seen many others throwing caution to the wind and suffered for their dreams, and most of them are now living the life they had once dreamed of. I realize that we can’t expect things to fall into place by themselves, and that suffering and pain is a necessary experience that will test our strength and faith. We can’t write a book with a beginning and an ending without the middle. That’s where the important stuff happens. That’s when you grow. That’s when you become whole. And without the middle, nothing makes sense.

I’m sure I’ll make new discoveries, and in the process become whole, instead of being half the best that I could be.

I can’t say for sure where I’ll end up. And I can’t even describe to you how afraid I am as I try to carve a different path for myself. I’m not sure where this is all going. I could fail miserably, or I could soar.

But all I can do now is to remember to spread my wings and let the wind catch me.