Yesterday, I trudged on thorny plants and creepy crawlies, pushed away leaves to prevent them from scratching my eyes, climbed across fallen tree trunks and hung on to tree vines and roots to keep myself from tumbling down a hill. I didn't really know why I was doing it. At that point though, all I knew was that we were headed towards a cleaner, more pristine waterfall. Or at least that's what our 'waterfall' tour guide told us.

When we got there, the others happily headed for the plunge albeit freezing cold waters. I loaded up on water, climbed to the biggest bestest rock, parked my huge ass on the rock, and soaked in the sun.

I do things in search for a better outcome or at least according to the promise of a better return.
I realise that whenever I agree to go on the thrill ride, the ending may or may not turn out to be as expected but that's not the point. I've reached a point in life where I think I want change but I'm not ready for it. It's like reaching this beautiful waterfall and not wanting to have a dip in it. And in the end, I sat on the rock wondering what on earth I was doing there. That was when I knew that I was brave enough for the challenge, but not equipped enough to do it.