I am ashamed of how little I valued the fact that my time on earth is finite. I regret all the things I could have done but did not do. All the people I could have had amazing, life-changing conversations with.
I hate that I gave so much time to consuming rather than creating.
I have no fondness for the avalanche of anxiety and restlessness that almost buried me as a result.
These days, I engage in things that push me towards the life I want. Because each time I don’t, I lose momentum and the next day is that much harder to tackle.
I make a point to always have something in my daily routine that makes me feel uncomfortable. Something I’m sacred of. Something that I would rather think about than do. It can be writing, making music, learning a new skill, studying new ways to live, or even a harder exercise routine. Hope breaking out from my shell would make me a better version of myself.
When you get out of your comfort zone and start creating something, the magic happens. There is no fun in playing easy and small. Everything will be alright one day.
Keep writing. Live well.
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True that 🙂
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Cool.
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