The first step isn’t the hardest.
When I look up at the jagged and uneven footing ahead of me, the first step is cautious, but well-prepared.
It is the six hundredth step, the one thousand and twenty-third step, when my concentration is blown and all I want to do is reach solid ground.
It is the split-second lack of focus, somewhere unremarkably in the middle, that results in an unforgiving fall.
In my stories, I think sometimes of the danger of exhaustion.
When someone has been facing trials for so long that their legs are weak and their minds are dull, that is when the disaster truly settles.
It is interesting to trace the roots of success or failure to the reaction to a single rock, somewhere in the middle of a thousand other rocks.
Success is not the careful planning at the beginning or the adrenaline-fueled charge at the end.
Success is the slight slip in the middle, corrected with patient focus, as your hands reach for the next surface.