Standing on the ledge above the abyss and contemplating the frightening jump over to a path that is quite possibly a dead-end, I realize that I am losing control over my limbs. The sudden rain, the cold and the deepening darkness immerse my adventurous ego in nonbelief. My rational mind protests – claiming to be worthy of adventure – while my emotions embark to a place of panic. I feel lost and pathetically alone. Yet I can not tell whether my impending death has destroyed my happiness or simply a pretense over a sentiment I had been carrying for a long while.