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Today.

Next year.
Next month.
Next week.
Today.

Today, I feel the breeze.
I keep my feet planted.
I spread my wings.

Today.
The breeze picks up.
I'm feeling nervous.
I start my run.

Today.
I prepare to leap.
One extra check.
I'm almost there.

Today.
I shake my head.
I find my ground.
I'm still just standing.
I contemplate.

Like sleep paralysis in the early hours of the morning, like a sudden jolt from a lucid daydream, I'm still just standing. All I can see right now is today, and today, I'm still just standing.

Today, like my hesitance to ambition, is temporary. Daydreams only last until you make them your reality.