…but most people act like it’ll happen tomorrow. Or maybe one day.
The trouble, as you know, is that one day never gets here. A week turns into a month, Resistance stomps out anything even resembling courage, and a life full of potential is squandered.
I’ve seen it myself, and I’ve only been truly awake for about a year.
The allure of tomorrow is seductive because it absolves us of the responsibility to act quickly and decisively. Your friends aren’t going to push you to do things that you need to be doing, in part because they don’t want the same responsibility, and in part because you haven’t shared your (scary) goals with them.
The road to doing what matters is littered with the souls of many who lost their nerve. Those who never started, and those who were afraid to stare into what’s possible and operate in the uncertainty of tomorrow.
Sadly, a “safe” existence is both an illusion and no way to live.
Writing the book, quitting the job, sticking it to the man, or picking up the phone to tell dad that you forgive him. It doesn’t matter what it is, the same war must be waged on fear.
As always, I’m rooting for you.