A single step. But the willpower it takes is too much to handle. A deep, cold breath. Maybe that will help. I need to get out of here, to whatever lies beyond the mist.
Everything is so uncertain. But when has anything ever been certain? That single step is my horizon, and hope alone lies beyond. If I don't go now, I'll never know.
A single step; it's not that hard.
I take that step, the fog so thick that I can't see my hands in front of me and my clothes are drenched through. No different than the past, no different from the aimless steps I took before.
I staggered around, hopeless and not even afraid anymore. But this step, and now the next, they scare me. And that's how I know I have to go on. I am even more uncertain than before.
After a while, my muggy, directionless wanderings became stale, and I was only more certain that each moment would be the same as the last.
But now, that conscious decision to continue on until something changed? That makes me more uncertain and afraid than ever before.
And yet, the certainty that I have to keep going until I get there is my hope.
No matter what "there" means, no matter how long it takes, I will find my way out of this endless, formless, changeless fog. I don't know how long I've been here, but I've been here long enough.
I am taking back control of my life, of my very existence. No longer will I be trapped in a formless void.
I am taking steps now with ease, and with the determination never to falter, never to stop moving in the same direction until I get there. Until I get home. There is hope yet.