Today someone told me to answer those most awful of questions:
If I were certain of success, I would …
If I dared, I would …
If I were sure it was the right thing for me, I would …
If I didn’t worry about the future, I would …
The awful thing is that of course I know exactly what I would do.But I’m not doing it.
Because I am scared.
Scared of failure, scared of it being the wrong thing. Scared of what I might lose.
But even more scared of what I might gain.
I don’t think fear of failure is what keeps us from seizing our dreams. I think fear of success is an even greater obstacle.
Because failure implies status quo. We reached for something, we failed, we remain where we were. In the familiar. No new sun creeps over the horizon, no new dawn greets us with its potential for change.
Change … so terrifying.
Turning our world upside down and inside out.
So tempting to reach for in the dark watches of the night, but so overwhelming in the cold light of the morning.
Dreams can be most terrifying when they come true.
But sometimes … It would be so good to be brave.