Once again, you look anew at the question that always haunted you. The one that you always ran away from. Once again, you look at the possibilities that open like a hundred flowers. You wonder if are really allowed to smell them. Or pick them. The past defections haunt you... and you calmly wonder if it will be the same again. All you have is a grim determination that it won't be the same again. Coz if you flake out now, the cost will be too high the next time.