Crossing that Street...

Crossing that street is like throwing the coin, you'd survive or you'd get killed.
The only thing that matters is that when you've passed it and looked back, might be wise to say out loud, loud enough for your own ears:
It was worth trying, and I don't regret it; even though I got hurt, and I still have some bruises, I've seen all those slaughtered smelly skunks, and flies sticking in my hair...
Just because I've chosen it, I'm proud of it.