I feel the sound of so many things calling to me. Ropes around my heart like fate are pulling at me, and if I do not see fit to follow, then I fear my heart shall be wrenched out. Heart, soul, mind, and strenth are being beckoned to go deeper, to dive and to claw at the waters with all of my strength in puruit of the bottom I know I shall never reach. What holds me back? Is it weariness of the pursuit? Is it a subtle fear like an sack of air giving me unwonted buoyancy? Is it apathy? I certainly hope not. I feel like I am on the brink of a mad rush into the unknown, a feeling that has been far too prevalent in me of late. Perhaps this is the deep breath. I wonder what is coming.
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