I’m afraid of the what-ifs and the what could be. No one ever warns you, that you will come to a point where risk keeps you stuck and, that anxiety can paralyse your soul. A simple thought, a choice to make but like a Jenga piece you could come crashing down. Having faith is challenging in a world where uncertainty and instability are constant for now. I crave stability, don’t we all? I guess some of us live for the big jump at the edge of the cliff to shake the miserable existence.