Anything could happen, anything is possible. The only certainty is change.
That itself make every single cell in me tremble… Who knows, the next minute I’ll achieve my goals, or conversely I would lose everything that I hold dear.
Is it an attachment of security? Or is it that I fear of the possibility of the worst possible scenario?
Only to realise what I’m clinging onto is not reality but only an illusion of perception.
- Trust, but tether your camel first -