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Thinking everything through before acting upon a decision would breed higher rates of success. That's what I used to think.



If I'm not certain, I won't push through. I tend to think of the possible consequences of decisions that would affect my life greatly. I always plan ahead, from A onwards. I am someone who looks at things at a perspective fitting with my personal conviction and principles.



Certainty and high rates of success would get me moving.



Just when I decided to be rash on one single decision, the avalanche started. Now that I look back, the amateur mistake was all my fault. I was so certain at first. Eventually, my confidence melted like ice under the blazing sun.



That's when I wondered... Just where does the line between certainty and uncertainty lie? How much is "just right"? How many is "sufficient"? Would these vague certainties matter at all? 



To answer these questions, the truth must be uncovered first.



But honestly, I... I didn't want answers. It's more like, I didn't want to find the answers... The pain is already great for me to take another step. What more if I find out about everything? 



If the world asks, I'd rather keep me from being knowledgeable at all. I wanted to settle with what I knew. This is to keep a steady pace. Call me selfish, stubborn, or risk-averse I won't mind.



I knew, I was not ready to commit to the real puzzle that would once again destroy the pace I had.



Sadly, nothing goes the way you want it to. Now, I have no other choice but to move forward and break through the phalanx now charging towards me.




-Minatozaki Sana

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