I came across this quote that said “If you get on the wrong train, get off at the earliest station. The further you go, the more difficult it is to return.” It felt like someone had violently shaken me back to reality. What if I am on the wrong train and it’s already late for me to get off? I could give you hundred reasons as to why I can’t, but the core of it all is fear; fear of being the failure, fear of being the disappointment, fear of not being able to fulfil wishes that younger me would have wanted. What if I choose to not get off the train? What if I choose to continue until the last station so I don’t have to deal with my fears materialising? What if I choose the world over my own self? What if doing all of this is what breaks me and hurts 10 year old me? What if I disappoint her…..the one person who I want to ensure is happy and proud of me? Would it still be worth it? Would the last station really be worth it?