Just one wrong step and it is over.

I wish I was not afraid of failing.

The idea wraps itself around me like a pair of tight jeans.

But I wear them because I want to them to fit.

It is like peering over a cliff to see how far you could fall.

Just one, wrong step and it is over.

It is a suspenseful movie with a bad outcome.

But you find yourself hoping for something good.

If I am not expecting ease, then why am I expecting perfection?

And if I am not perfect, then what?

It is an internal struggle to rationalize my weaknesses.

Especially in the setting of my own expectations.

I wish I was not afraid of failing.

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