Carpe diem.

From the diary of a Vera Yang (yes i have a diary now):

I wonder what it's like to live a life of risk, having your destiny balance precariously on an edge before tipping forever one way or another. It must hurt sometimes, if you fall and bang your head, but my gosh how good it must feel if things went your way. The peace of mind, and the sweet satisfaction that you saw opportunity and took it, risking life, limb and a pretty face.

I dont think I've ever been much of a risk taker. I'd like to think of myself as careful, but really, I'm just scared. I should really try to live more dangerously from now on - feel my heart hammering against my ribs, the blood booming in my ears, and my head spinning from the adrenaline with each step. I think I'll take this risk of taking risks. I can hardly wait for the time when I will crave the rush of uncertainty.

But for now I'm still the scared spider waiting apprehensively in the safety of the shadows - heart hammering, blood booming, head spinning - longing to look the fat fly in it's face, and smother it with cobwebs.

I'll do it though. I will.