It's all about perspective; or so I have come to understand. Life always doesn't go according to plan, or to dreams, for that matter. There are many days I wake up thinking 'How can this possibly be my life' it looks nothing like the life I had once hoped for, and planned for. When I was 16 I had so much hope and ambition. I had a bit of fear of the unknown, but the sky was the limit and I was excited for what was to come. I had many areas of interest that I now have come to believe became my stumbling block. My inability to make a decision. Always worried about making the wrong choice. And in turn it has becoming the very thing that has paralysed me. Rather them making a choice, taking a risk, I sit on my hands in fear and let everything pass me by. Somehow I have come to believe it is the easier choice, the safer choice. But now, 1o years later, I feel like a prisoner to my fear, bound up standing on the dock watching the ship passing me by. Yet there are days I w