a line in the quicksand

I say I would go to the end of the earth for my dearest friends. Do I mean it? Or do I just say that, and we limit the ends to be, say, North America and western Europe?In the end, I have two options, disappoint my friends or disappoint my family. I am guaranteed to feel awful no matter which I do, no matter how much honor involved. If I stay here and nothing happens, I will feel like a coward. If I go and something happens, I could be dead, or worse. And if I go and nothing happens, it will be one of those things that I will remember and cherish for the rest of my life. Life is, I guess, all about making the tough decision. Striking out on our own, coming back to the nest, but mostly dealing with the consequences of your decisions. And dealing with the impact of those decisions on the person they affect the most: yourself.