Do something that scares you.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about it. Wanting to say something, shout something, let it be known. I had a dream that I was grasping and hanging onto a bar. A hand was gently pulling back my fingers one by one. I didn't replace them upon the bar once they were pried off. I didn't fall but I was so full of fear. Instead I was in someone's arms, as they held me they whispered, "Don't worry, I have you. I won't let you fall." When is the time to say I'm unhappy. Literally. I have alluded to the fact that it isn't right, things still aren't right nor will they be for a while. I never say they will be for sure. I don't know. You see, I don't know a lot of things. I remember always admiring those people who had such wise words and lived in such a wise manner always thinking, "someday I'll be wise and live wisely to." But living and being wise means knowing a whole hell of a lot more than I know. I can't ever see myself in the moment thinking, gee, this is a wise decision. Instead I find myself believing more and more that I'll find myself thinking, gee, I am finally trusting in my inner self, following and allowing myself to go in the right direction. Things may happen more slowly, a direction may be taken in years rather than weeks or days. Again, I don't really know. Being wise is so much easier for other people. Perhaps I'll leave it up to them. For now, I'll dream, love my dreams, live and love living - even if the two worlds don't currently coincide.