The Reaching Point
I am at that point, reaching for something different, something unknown to me. I don't know how it will feel, or when I know I will have it, but I know I want it, and want to leave the rest behind.
So I reach out, into no man's land, to feel what different feels like. The doubt and fear tells me I am on the right track, and the more I reach, the closer I get to it. To hold it, to have it, and to know that it is mine.
When I know that this different feeling is mine, it wont be different anymore, it will be me. Without doubt, and without fear. I will be changed and new again, and again, and again, and again.