Crossroads (Unedited)

I can feel it.

Can't you?

I feel the leaves floating in the breeze calling me to join them. I stop breathing for a moment as I imagine what it must feel like to be with them and whirl among the wind.

To move forward.

I am not where I want to be and every inch of me knows that.

My heart reminds me of that constantly.

I can stay where I am and be content.

Or move on from where I stand and risk it.

Risk unhappiness, failure, regret.

Risk accomplishment, disbelief, and happiness.

Which will I choose?

To be honest, I'm not sure.