Do buds hesitate before bursting into bloom? Do lightning hold off its strike? Do waves fear smashing into rocks? Do babies delay their birth?
Why then do I question every decision? Though I weigh every option to infinity. Fear succeeding more than failing? Yet, have the will and drive to try. Procrastinate every effort just to twart myself? Trap myself in loops of deep self-doubt and self recriminations?
The wind blows freely
Flowers grow, follow the flow
Wish to be like them