Skeptical optimism.

It's quite easy to be pessimistic in terms of the unknown.

You need not know the unknown to not want it.

Maybe that's because of a normal fear of change.

I don't fear the new possiblities.

I don't need to.

It's like the relief feeling when there's a crime committed 

and you didn't do it.

And yet there's that twinge of fear that

maybe you'll be falsely accused 

and put away anyways.

And once that happens you go to trial.

Then you don't know what to do. 

What if you're found guilty? 

It's hard to look up when you're under so much water. 

I see the clearing after the alley that I've walked through.

I don't know what's behind it. 

I know for certain that there will be other alleys.

But I know this one.

There are no tricks or turns in it that I haven't gone by. 

I have no idea how long the daylight can last in that clearing before the storms roll in.

After that,

there are no choices.

More dark places,

no light in a pair of bright blue eyes indeed.

It appears that there was no light in my eyes to begin with.

Makes sense. 

They haven't been in the light too long.

I suppose I'll run into it.

It's not as though I had a choice. 

Like stuttering with your feet.

You had the direction and you hesitated. 

You want to believe and yet you're so unsure.

It's funny how such an over-rated feeling can be 

so testing.

Human dignity + Compassion = Peace.