Isn’t “now” terrifying? Standing here in the midst of life, and thinking “that’s it?”.
This is the best moment of your life, and it’s mediocre at best. The thing is: you are doing what you’re supposed to be doing. The timesheet is punched in, and you’re hunched down over a document. On the 30th, dollars are transferred in your account. Hunger never grazed you, but are you happy? If five years from tomorrow was a copy of today, would you still put in the effort to breathe?
You pay a high price for security. You fantasize about it too, don’t you? Throwing it all away.
The heck with safe.
How about you chase your dreams with a craved in stomach? How about you never sleep warm again? Without a security blanket, you’d have to succeed because your life depends on it, you think.
But there in the dark, even deeper inside of you than the self destructive fantasy, a voice of reason speaks to you; you’re not one in a million, you’re one of a million. Isn’t it terrifying? Now is not good enough, but it’s all you could ever risk to be.
Which would it be: Raise or fold?