Is it Time? (draft)

There is a battle between my comfortable present
and the mysteriously spontaneous future.
It's the never ending struggle between hesitation and feeling ready.
Because we are always ready, we just need to will towards it.
But is it time?
One decision, accompanied by a bit of courage and luck,
can bring about a new world; a new me; a new mess of things.
That last sigh before the plunge is the most suffocating and scares me.
But what if that last breath is really the last one, ever?
Face that reality, despite the fear that precedes it! I say.
Stop! I also say.
Who do I listen to?
Where do I begin?
Where does the energy come from to will my foot forward against gravity?
Is it Time?