I can envision myself running on a trail just below the mountains. It is sunny. The sky is a baby blue color. There is a light cool breeze which gently strokes my face. There are beautiful wild flowers all around. Yellow, purple, and white ones. It is completely silent. Only my breathing and the sound of my steps can be heard. The red dirt path curves in such a way which does not reveal it's final destination. I am pulled forward on this trail as if I'm searching for a clue, an answer, or an end.

Should I continue down this path and face the fear of the unknown? Or would it be better to return to safety and familiarly?