I relax and let life pass all around me and some days this feels excellent.
Yet some days I silently rage against my own passivity.
My feet are sucked down into the mire of the boxed-in, the boring, the stagnant.
I want to be a person who risks.
I wish I did not care what other people thought; thought of me and how I look or how I speak or of what I can do. I do care. But I want to risk more and take more chances and finally see some amazing results.
I want to take my little handful or plastic army pieces, scoop them all up and throw them in the direction that looks promising, that looks interesting and a little bit scary. Whether that strategy works for me and I conquer that neighbouring opportunity or not...once I let go, I'll have to have the courage to wait and see.
I want the courage to step out of my boots and out of the quicksand of my life and make changes.
I no longer want to be just fine.
I want to risk.