I don’t want to look back in five years time and think, ‘We could have been magnificent, but I was afraid.’ In 5 years I want to tell of how fear tried to cheat me out of the best thing in life, and I didn’t let it.
why give up so fucking easily? doesn’t the saying go : nothing worth having comes easily. you expect something amazing to be a walk in the park? you expect everything to be problem free? you avoid having expectations so you won’t get disappointed? that’s taking the easy way out. that’s not living ! that’s not experiencing. you’re being a coward if you give up every time you become uncomfortable. you have to feel the rain sometimes , so you’ll appreciate the sunlight. it is necessary.