I really, really try to live my life free from fear. I feel like fear is a hindrance and a safety net and a box.
And someone told me years ago to not live in a box. This same person then repeatedly shouted whenever she was feeling restricted, "Don't put me in a box!"
Does this all make any sense?
I think what I'm trying to say is I'm afraid of fear. And I guess with that comes disappointment and regret.
I'm afraid of looking back and realizing I didn't take chances or make memories or touch someone because of the fear that I might fail, or I might be disappointed by the outcome. Because what kind of life is that?
I guess that's why I'm living in this crazy world where I don't know what I'm looking for and I don't have a plan and I don't even know where to look to find these things.
Because at the end of the day, at the end of my life (morbid?) I will never regret trying.
*Sorry for the lack of visual examples, I thought and thought and came up blank. It's the weekend, alright?
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