0.1mm of Gratitude

When climbing a bouldering wall, I face moments where my fingertips are just 0.1mm short, moments where I simply cannot reach.Do I choose to descend safely, or do I stretch myself until my fingertips tingle ?

For me, the choice to descend without trying confirms "failure" at that very moment.I lose trust in the self that didn't reach for that 0.1mm possibility.

The reason I can remain bold might be due to the "spoiled" comfort of knowing there's a "mat" beneath me that will catch me no matter how clumsily I fall. It's because there are presences watching over me, thinking, "She'll manage somehow."

The total affirmation of "It's okay to fail," and the expectation that "In the end, you'll see it through, won't you?" That somewhat laissez - faire trust pushes me forward.

Believing that "Even if I fall to the ground, these people will still be there unchanged." I will continue to challenge myself.As the highest form of gratitude, I intend to stretch my fingertips another 0.1mm today as well.