From Here On

This is it. This feels like one of those awkward moments in which you might just predict the outcome. But I am all done with predictions. I don't know what to feel. But I am scared. Scared of the fact that I will be stepping out on my own this time. No one to hold on to. No one to look forward to. But is this not what I wished for? The perfect recluse? It is amazing how things shape up according to your wishes and they are not what you thought they were. A certain life form once told me that how good it would be to let loose. A house on the beach, own a book store and take daily measured strolls around the nearest park? All seems so clear. So clear. But I am scared. When I am done with all that, what next? What next? So this is me, a certain prudence, up my sleeve, but the question is 'what next'? Hope made me realize that I have to trust myself. It worked out. But am I ready? Until then, pulling my self for a twisted but pragmatic approach. Let's wait.