They’re always there, fluttering. Thoughts, hopes, fears. What-ifs of past, paths of the future. Choices, estimations, considerations, re-considerations. Neverending. Tempting, condemning, promising, despairing.
They can feel like a burden, a swarm around you, never giving you a moment’s peace, drawing you in different directions, pulling your steps from one side to another, turn from your path forward back and around to the past again, caught in a cycle.
Sometimes you can’t leave them behind, sometimes they will simply turn you around again. Sometimes the fears are so mixed with hopes that you cannot tell them apart, all the paths are … Read more at the source.