Doubt, My greatest friend and worst enemy all the same. My friend in keeping me from danger but my foe in allowing me to live. To risk to risk some people say. I don't know I don't know is my reply. To look into the jaws, the gaping maw of the future and to walk a steady known path or to jump from a precipice and catapult into uncertainty and possible happiness. Doubt the enemy rears its head in either case slowly it creeps into my mind and works its tendrils deeper under my skin until it envelopes me whole and I cry out "AM I RIGHT, SHOULD I BE HERE". The choice is mine to make and yet it feels as though my friend doubt is there with me. It is not a solitary choice but a pact between the two of us. To rush towards science unequivocal and forsake a fleeting chance of interest. Do I believe in coincidence and fate? Which path to tread is the question. Doubt answers " the right one".