"Every day I wake up and think of the worst possible things that could happen
As I get ready I look at myself in the mirror and ask ‘what are you so afraid of, what’s the worst that could happen?’
Then I think about all the times I went in expecting the best and was disappointed, all the risks I’ve taken that haven’t paid off, all the embarrassment and self-loathing I could have spared myself if I had just laid low.
So now I always set the bar as low as possible, I don’t put in any effort anymore. So when I fail at least I know it wasn’t because I couldn’t do it. When things fall apart at least I’m just hurt instead of hurt and disappointed.
But still I’m not happy; I’m safe but I’m not happy. Why is it that I’m so terrified of failure? How has life left me so damaged that I fear even the smallest risk. My life has become so meticulous and calculated, what happened to the days when I used to enjoy myself.
I put myself into a box a while ago, and it has shielded me well. But I can’t stay in here any longer; my shield isn’t just keeping out the bad, but the good as well.
I think I’m going to come out, I hope I don’t regret this. But at least if I fall, I’ll have had the chance to fly."
— What do you say to taking chances?