The landslide that brings you down after seeing your reflection in the snow-covered hill is the fear of failure. Mine sometimes feels so easy to fall into that I swear I can feel the drop in my stomach. I feel it now.

This risk is a ferocious beast that appears in the eyes of well-intended adults who are too familiar with the realities of our cruel world to encourage a dreamer.

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