How far can I go without turning back

I wonder what I was doing. I was just staring and did not even stretch my hand out. I was scared of the result and couldn’t take a single step forward. I was jealously watching the paths everyone found with effort. By saying that I was different from everyone else, I was making an excuse for myself. I was afraid of being hurt.

Even though he was right in front of me, the way I couldn’t reach my hand out was always irritating. The person I was, telling myself that I would never obtain it and staying quiet while doing nothing, always made me angry.