“Never regret thy fall,
O Icarus of the fearless flight
For the greatest tragedy of them all
Is never to feel the burning light.”
― Oscar Wilde
Staying too close to the ground. Being afraid of the fall to such an extent that you never even spread your wings and fly. The lies you tell yourself, the life you have to live because of those lies.
It’s pathetic, is it not? All the excuses, no matter how valid. It’s pathetic to be envious of other people’s success, to be ignorant to the point of trying to find some external factors as to why you can’t do it and they can.
There’s nothing quite like pursuing a dream. Nothing like giving your best to become the best. To fight. To scream and shout. To cry the pain away, to sweat the weakness away.
Nothing like progress.
Nothing like a good war.
Nothing like struggle.
Nothing like the daily grind.
Nothing like waking up early in the morning to do your thing.
If you have a dream, fight for it.
If you are afraid, feel the fear and do it anyway.
Do not let the world make you feel like you don’t deserve your dream, like you’re insignificant, like it won’t make a difference.
True, staying too close to the ground won’t burn your wings, but it will make you forget you even had them.
So, I ask you, which is the worst fate?
Is it that bad to fall?
It is that hard to pick yourself up and try again?
Nothing hurts us like our thoughts, so why let the fear of what might or might not happen hold you back?