The Epitome of cowardice = Me ??? ( A cockroach story )

Coward. Mousy. Timid. "Hum".
Do these words truly describe me ?....Maybe.Possible.

Anyway...I was locked in a "cold" war with the fiercest of beast....a mighty cockroach. There it was, lying with its back against the ground, seemingly immobilised and rooted to its awkward position it got itself into beside the washing machine in the kitchen. There I was, both hands clutching sheets of tissue paper, deliberating on means of disposing it. For the record, I think the face off with the cockroach took about twenty minutes before I actually plucked up enough courage to flush it down the toilet bowl. Amusing. Hilarious. Absurd. The entire episode may seem rather insignificant, mundane and pretty.....stupid. Furthermore, local singer Guo Mei Mei's newest music video, something about not being afraid of cockroaches, certainly did the matter no help.Yet upon pondering over the matter, a fearful thought shrouded my mind. If I could not even handle a cockroach.....what more the challenges of life ?

I always perceived life as a rocky journey of challenges, yet sometimes, upon setbacks, I tend to allow fear to seep into my inner self, to allow that moment of darkness to erode whatever minute self confidence I actually possess. I yearn to live purposefully with courage and ideals abound, to lead a life of little regrets, hence perhaps to achieve my vision of moulding a future I crave so much, I would first have to lose my frequent sense of insecurity and be more assured of myself. Dare to dream. Dare to live. Dare to live my dream.