a place way out back

There is a place, way out back - where no one ever goes. It's secluded and quiet, and extremely beautiful. It's a long trek to get there, and a rough one at that - and perhaps that's why no one ever goes there. I find that a lot of the time, we fear the voyage and don't realize how rewarding the final destination would be if we would just take the plunge and endure the hardships. I wonder when the reward becomes greater than the fear we hold on to so tightly... when the intrigue of the unknown outweighs the lull of the familiar. We have so many journey's to embark on, so many places to discover and explore - and yet, here we are - fearful of the long walk there. What are we so scared of? When did the grasp of "responsibility" hold us back from the joys and exhilaration of adventure? We all have a place, way out back - it's just a matter of taking the time and effort to go and explore... take a risk, a leap of faith - and discover! I carry the weight of my decisions, and am also rewarded by the choices I've made - but it's not an excuse to stop myself from living. It's not an excuse to fear the hike to the place way out back, it should be motivation that regardless of what the journey would throw at me - I would get there, possibly bruised and battered... but wiser, and readier than ever before to take on yet another challenge.