Gravity

I seem to be grappling down a vertical cliff. The sheer force of gravity drags me to its depths, but there is this constant nudge. A force that I haven't recon with, seems to be egging me to hold on. Every misstep is led by a sudden force slamming my body upward. I know I have firmly secured the line. Its this confidence that makes me not fear the unknown that is yet to come. But where has this sense of doubt crept it from? It wasn't there when I started this adventure of mine. Yet it seems to be smiling at my face and mocking me to try taking a further step. What fear is this, that has stopped me in mid-step? Is it the fear of the line snapping with my weight and plunging me into that abyss? Is it the fear of the line getting rubbed against the scorching face of the rocks due to the sun? No, I'm sure that the line will hold but yet I fear it. Maybe its time to slow down and take every step as if it were my last. But where is the sense of adventure then???