Most times, I think we know what we’re supposed. But instead we bury our faces into our job, our booze, or our busyness. We trick ourselves into believing that we have too much on our plate to say what needs said or do what needs to be done. We are our own worst enemy.
But in the end, something wins and something loses.
It’s scary to do it. To ship. To put ourselves out there for the world to judge us. We know how terrifying it is and we think about it everyday in some way. That’s why we admire the shit out of the ones that do it.
Our choices are simple: Do it and submit ourselves to the heat or do nothing and accept being a coward.
The world is full of cowards. It doesn’t need any more.