Taking that first step is always said to be the hardest.
I’m not sure if I believe that.
Sure, it takes courage to take a step into the unknown, but I think it’s much harder to keep your feet going once you’ve started and can see what’s ahead of you.
Not necessarily see all the things that you have ahead but once you get that taste of just how bad things could be if you keep going.
But you can’t stop because there is something propelling you forward. Something magnetic that’s drawing you in, that is telling you that, “Every bad thing that you have to go through to get to me, is worth it.. Just keep fighting.”
I think that’s harder than taking the first step.
Falling into the rhythm of footfalls, that’s going to end up hurting and keep hurting for an uncertain amount of time.
But there’s something to be said about the people that take the second step, and the third, and so on.
They demonstrate true courage, because after that first step…
They could be like “well, to hell with that.. I’m gonna go pick another way.”
But they take that sting with the first step… and take the blow of the second.
And they look up and say… “This isn’t going to beat me, I’m stronger than this. Watch me beat this, because I’ll blow you away with how I take this in stride.” Falling in love is a lot like that..
After you see someone and want to be with them, get to know them a little bit at a time.
It’s all like taking steps.
Only sometimes there are people who you can’t just get into by steps or stages. There are people out there that just beg to be chased.. not intentionally but just by being who they are.
And instead of walking and taking those steps in a slow and steady pace it turns into you running the hundred yard dash and falling off the cliff because they can fly and you can’t.
But, I think that once you take that risk and if the person is worth the fall, then they help you fly along with them or at least give you something soft to land on.