I’ve spent most of my life waiting. I’m scared of the past,
present and future. So I wait. I wait for the comfortable, the different, the
better…the never. I know it’s good to think things over but the trouble is I
already do that and they I just waste time recycling through the same thoughts
over and over again.
Not only have I waited on the regular materialistic items, I’ve
waited on experiences. I’ve waited on replying and I’ve waited on trying. In
twenty minutes, in an hour, tomorrow, I tell myself and it never happens.
Thus, those dreams I desperately dream never happen.
I’m not comfortable anymore and I never was. I’m just scared
and stuck.
I’m making a pack with myself to take more risks- to actually
jump on opportunities because living like this is too bland and not much fun at
all.
