On my desk, in addition to random school papers, are the items to write letters. A stack of stamps, a pad of paper, a box of envelopes. Yet they remained untouched.
Piles of uncomposed letters clutter my mind. The one that I so desperately want write has been written many times before. But only in my mind, never quite making it on to a page. Every intention of composition failed at execution. I cannot bear the idea of the pain caused by a misguided pen stroke from a careless thought.
So I am here, fingers posed on the keyboard, lamenting the fact that I do not have the balls to put down the computer and take up a pen and paper and write my aspiration. What is the expression, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”
What is lost if nothing is ventured?