Everyone's wished that they could take back some idiotic thing they've said or done. I'm no different. I think though, that I regret most the things I haven't said, the moments I let slip away, the adventures I was too scared to try. I've been thinking lately of my fears. Dwelling on how much I've let them control my life.

Is this a manifesto? My vow not to let myself be swayed by my pounding heart?

No, I'm not that delusional. I know I'll be afraid. I know I'll stand back at times. What this is, I guess, is an acknowledgement of my weakness.