I am currently in a moment that I know will pass. Caught in a sandstorm, I am disoriented and blind. But I am learning how to shield my eyes just so, and I begin to make out the outlines of what is being unearthed by the storm. Dark shape-shifting shadows. It could be vipers or scorpions ready to take a bite. It could also be the surface of a treasure chest.
I know that I will never know if I stay here paralyzed with fear of the unknown.
Yet, it isn't about finding the treasure or slaying the beasts, is it?