The First step is masked with the fear of falling, with the uncertainty of what follows. Do we fly now? Do we stand and savour the taste of that first step? Do we start walking immediately? Do we start running? Do we wait to be applauded for taking the first step? Naaah…..”Am comfortable sitting, why would I want to stand?” Yet in the middle of being comfortable, I acted before my mind decided to convince me otherwise. Before my own mind could fathom that I had stood, I was already lifting a leg to take a second step, one more, another, and there I was, walking. Mchovya asali hachovyi mara moja.
Voldemort has dissipated. Soon enough I will be running. You know what? The fear really was not worth it. See how good my own two feet are at this! They have been built for this I have discovered. Perhaps I have been walking without actually realizing it. I am walking, stumbling actually, but definitely walking. Now that I have walked, I hope to beacon someone else to take their first step. As I walk alongside others footprints, I leave my own, and the cycle continues, till we fill the pages with stories of our paths.
Feel free to take those slow steps, feel free to run ahead and do feel free to hold my hand if need be. I have started my journey, I sure hope you will travel with me. And yes… if you just asked yourself if you should take that step too? Whether at work, at school, in your relationship, personal goals, I just had your echoing yes all the way from here. It is time. Listen to yourself.
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