(The stage is dimly lit. A lone figure stands center stage, hands trembling slightly, eyes fixed on an invisible horizon. A heavy sigh escapes, carrying years of fear and hesitation.)
Fear… fear has been my companion for far too long. Every decision I've delayed, every path I've avoided, every truth I've refused to speak… it all circles back to one thing: the unwillingness to face what terrifies me most.
I have hidden in shadows, pretending that denial could shield me, that avoidance could protect me. But it hasn't. No… it never has. And now, the moment has come. The moment I cannot run from. The moment I have dreaded, yet somehow, it demands my reckoning.
They tell me, "Just bite the bullet." Ah, simple words… but they strike like thunder when your heart pounds against the cage of your chest. Bite the bullet… to face the pain, the fear, the inevitable. To stand upright when every instinct screams to flee. To endure when endurance feels impossible.
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