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Another morning is on the horizon. What if I make a step and it turns out to be the wrong one? There is no fear and there is no responsibility in remaining on the side, without any involvement. But, that leads to missing out on so much. Soon, I become dependent on the decisions of others, and not my own. There are gaps between my desires, my actions and my doubts, and I see myself existing in those gaps, locked by the anxiety to move towards the proper path. Inaction is a half-life.