Friday, October 2, 2009

Chapter Three


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There’s reason to be scared. Of course there is. When you’ve accustomed yourself to a life that follows a predictable orbit, it’s easy to be suspicious of elements that threaten your equilibrium. Not that you haven’t secretly wished for something, someone to upset the apple cart. But now that it’s here, you are caught between a childish longing to see the apples fly about and the fervent hope that none of it gets on your favorite shirt.

And sure, this isn’t the first time you’re battling the fates. And yes, by your own admission you’re more than ready to fight. You’ve trained your heart for this. You’ve earned the chance to win this. You say all of this to anyone who cared to listen. Except that your confidence is slowly betraying you, transforming you into a collection of nervous habits.