There is an idea inside of me. I can feel it coming to life as it uncoils like a serpent and moves chillingly up my spine.
Its name is “Possibility.”
“You will never be the same” it whispers to me. Its voice echoes throughout the chambers of my soul. My fears tremble as it speaks. My hopes crawl forward cautiously and curiously. I can feel its presence releasing the chains of self-doubt that have held me back.
“Have your way,” I manage to say to the idea. “May my resistance to the Great Unknown no longer stand between us.”
“It’s time,” it says to me. “It’s time to live,” it says again. “It’s time to truly live,” it says to me a third time.
“I am not ready,” I say, “but yes, my answer is yes.”