Ian
All actions and choices have consequences. When I make a decision, I know full well that it could be the wrong one, but instinct, something I always listen to, makes you react quickly, before letting yourself get distracted by something else.
And that’s what I do.
I’m constantly making decisions under pressure, both from others and from myself.
I don’t let myself be influenced. I don’t listen to others. And I don’t go back on what I’ve done. I don’t have regrets. I accept what happens and take responsibility for it.
It’s been like that for thirty years.
And yet once, pushed by fear, I made the wrong decision, and I learned, at my own expense, that there is no worse influence.
Fear is a cage that imprisons you, and once you’re in it, you are no longer able to free yourself from the chains that you have bound around your heart and body.
I made the worst decision of my life when I was wrapped in a false sense of security, in the cage of fear I created for myself.
And I’m still paying the price.
But now is the time to set things straight. It’s time to make another decision that will lead to a fucking disaster: but I can’t avoid it.
Even if it could cost me dearly.
Even if it could cost me everything.
Even if it means losing.
Losing her.
