What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind -Ode to Intimations of Immortality, William Wordsworth Everything is easy: learning to read, arithmetic, riding a bike, driving a car, baking a soufflé, climbing a mountain, brain surgery, leaving your country for 6 months. Its easy. No problem, anyone can do it. Of course, anything is easy once you’ve done it. It’s the before that is difficult. Its the beginning that leaves you frozen, awash in fear of unknown, unpredictable possibilities, questioning why you would even want to put yourself through the trouble. Is the risk really worth the possible benefits?
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