“You are afraid to die, and you’re afraid to live. What a way to exist.” – Neale Donald Walsch
Afraid. To live. To die. To get hurt. To hurt others. Afraid. Of failure. Of success. Of getting stuck somewhere in between. Afraid of doing nothing at all, afraid of overdoing it. Afraid of yourself, afraid of others. Rationalizing. Being practical. Over-intellectualizing. Holding back. Waiting for the right time and place.
Finding excuses. Blaming yourself. Blaming others. Telling yourself that you’ve got enough time.
“It could have been…”
You are afraid. And most times you don’t even realize it. And everyone else is just as afraid as you are. A bit ironic, but it’s true.
Keep that in mind. No one is fearless, no one is perfect, and no one has it better.
We’re all born equal. We all have twenty-four hour days. Some just work harder than others, even though they are afraid too.
This is it. The thing. Some go through life succumbing to fear and pain, on their knees, like penitents, like beggars, like saints who’ve sinned too much, while others go through life with their heads held high, choosing to fight fear every single day.
Now, I ask: would it be a damn shame if you didn’t do what you’ve always wanted to do simply because you were afraid?