Stepping back again and again because the gate is locked or swung open and that which is beyond the threshold is something of a night terror that makes the skin sweat and the spots inside the temples pulsate fear. This is the essence of giving up and defines more moments for some than the plots of stars as they continually revolve around. Though some pump their fist victorious and command a hell yeah cheer and tackle the day, others step back because of too many shamings, books, or shows or the people talking big plans and selling shit to consume. These people hope for another way besides along the fences and through the gates. Some will destroy worlds today. Others will create something to live in.