Its there. br So close you can almost br touch it. br You can smell it and almost br taste it. br But your hands are bound br behind your back, at your own request. br Your fear is disguised as confidence, br like a wolf in sheep’s clothing it is dressed. br It is there before you, br staring you down, and br salivating in anticipation. br Your chance. br Why does it become so hard to br reach out and grab it with both hands, br when it is the thing you want most in your life? br It is not because your hands are manacled, br for the manacles are wrought from the strongest br fresh air your imagination can find. br It is not because you’re weak, for you are not. br You could break those that bind your hands effortlessly, br regardless of their strength, for they are made br by the very hands they bind. br It is because you are scared. br Scared of rejection, and failure. br You’ve thought about it too much, br and now you’re stopping yourself. br In order to protect yourself. br But you need to push yourself br to cross those sharply defined boundaries br by yourself. For otherwise br you’ll never have what you won’t allow yourself.