you realize in hindsight that none of the fears were realistic and that in most missed opportunities there was no failure but only progress, and even with that introspective you continue in life to follow the path of least resistance and molded by these same fears sidestep opportunities you'll wish you'd taken in the future when you look back again, because while it might look easy observing from the safety of the future nothing is more terrifying than the present
i relate almost too much cub. sometimes i look back at the risks and opportunities i was too afraid to take and wonder what could have been and if life would have turned out better if i went for those opportunities.
the fear of failure and uncertainty can ruin many great and beautiful things that come your way.
sometimes i look at myself and think, "you know, you used to have a lot of potential--like, you were headed somewhere, anywhere really--so what happened?"
myself looks back at me, nervous and afraid, filled with both the regret of what's transpired and the fear that acknowledging it will solidify it as fact, telling herself she doesn't really know, or that there was never really any potential there so she couldn't have thrown it all away