Leap

Last year I realized that time passes by way too quickly and life is too short to be afraid. To be scared to do things that one is really passionate about. Alright, I kind of knew that fact long before, but not until that abrupt change, had I absorbed the knowledge entirely. Did it take me longer than other people to “mature,” or should I say, to become more "daring"? Did I truly become more courageous? Was this my wake up call to act and stop being afraid?

I had settled for “less” for far too long, undervaluing my potential, myself. I had settled for this temporary sense of “safety” that can disappear in an instance anyway. I never truly dared to leap and take the chance and perhaps, one could argue that I had wasted a good amount of time. But, I guess, I believe that things do happen for a reason. Is that a silly belief? Maybe. But the way that things have been going and turning out lately, makes the idea of pure coincidence more silly than the possibility that things happen for a reason. Maybe that “reason” is the “higher power,” maybe that reason is the power of our own minds, our subconscious. Anyhow, it is quite interesting how some things in life evolve.



So, I have taken the leap. I have decided to move onto better things, without having anything “better” secured. Some would say it’s not a very wise thing to do, some might think it’s stupid, but perhaps some would say that it’s a great thing to do. Good, or bad, I did make that decision and I have yet to see whether it will bring any success, positive results. So far, things have been progressing rather slowly, if I can call it a progress. So far, everything is in the open. No security, just hopes, beliefs and my attempt at success. The time is passing. But, so far, so good.

Writing

Sometimes I feel like writing. For no particular reason, no message intended. But, I guess there is always some kind of message in a person’s writing. Just pouring out of ideas, feelings, reflections of the day or night that has just passed. It’s definitely easier (for me) to pour these things on paper. You go at your own pace, thinking or just putting down thoughts as they come, without having to worry that you will “say” something you might regret. There is no opponent on paper. Just the paper, pen and yourself, your thoughts. Possibly a music in the background. No one to respond with an unwanted come back, no one to tell you that you are wrong, or that now is not a good time. Sometimes it is good to have that “conversation,” a monologue with yourself through writing. It can save you some disappointment, too. It’s simple as the fact that no other person can feel exactly what you feel, think exactly what you think. And as much as they can be your support, they are not you. Sometimes letting things out on paper might be better than talking to a friend, a loved one, or an enemy...