Courage or Cowardice

I hate those days where people unintentionally make you confront issues you'd rather leave ignored. Of course, those issues will eventually need to be confronted, but in the meantime, ignorance is bliss.

I can go on forever with my hopes and dreams. Confrontation is hard, because it brings reality, and reality can be crushing.

My arms ache to hold a reality painted in pink, but I fear a black, barren future.

I can inspire dreams-turned-reality for others, but the simplest things I cannot do for myself.

Or so the fear goes.

How high is the jump? How far is the fall?