Forward Motion

What is it about our mistakes that always seems to linger, to slowly intertwine itself in the awkward details of our character? They seem to drive us to places we'd rather not go, places of choice, places where darkness cannot hide. There are those with brave souls who navigate the seas of life with great courage and dignity; those who whether the storms and somehow arrive unscathed. And there are those, more like myself, who hurry down pathways expecting greatness, only to be met by a fork in the road, at which point I must choice the lesser of two evils, or to retract. It is when we defy the urge to back down and turn around, when we refuse to run away, that we find within ourselves the conflict and perplexity of sacrifice. In life, there are some things we have to sacrifice in order to move forward. In paralyzing fear I pace... until finally, I chose not to retract. I cut it free, and with my heart in hand, I move forward.