Sometimes I wonder what it is that stops me.
Fear? Specifically, fear of failure?
My parents?
A sense of comfort and disdain for change?
Apathy?
Stubbornness?
D.) All of the above?
There are so many things in this world I want to do. I want to travel to another country. I want to help people and better their lives. I want to make money, not so that I can hoard it, but so I can give it to those that need it. I want to act. I want to sing. I want to be in love for the rest of my life.
I want so many things.
But am I actively working to make those things happen?
Subtlety. But not actively. Not taking life by horns, telling it where I want to go, what I want to do, and making it happen.
I need a fire inside me.
I need something to finally snap and say, "It's time."
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