Uh... This isn't pretty

I'm not really sure why we let our dreams get away from us. 

Some of us have the biggest dreams, and the smallest confidence. 

We put our dreams on the back burner, suppress some them so that we won't fail...because what's worse than accomplishing our goals? Trying and NOT.

Except that's not true either. 

When we know that we will regret not trying before we even give ourselves the chance to start, we are simply hiding from what we want. 

There are things I KNOW I will regret if I don't go for them. And yet, I sit and make safer plans, no-stress lifestyles in my head of what I'm going to do, because I will be successful.

But that depends on how you define success. 

Is success a title, an amount of financial stability, a level of education? 

Or is it being happy, being true to yourself, and following your dreams? 

I think it's probably a little bit of both...but not just one, that I know for sure. 

So how do we quit telling ourselves lies? How do we finally admit that our dreams scare the living sh** out of us, and that that's okay? 

I think we just do it. 

I think we just wake up one day and decide to do what WE WANT. 

Even if we don't really know what that is. 

So yeah, I might fall on my butt. In fact, I probably will. 

But that's okay. 

I would rather fall on my butt than regret. 

That's something I promised myself I would never do. And I'm happy that I'm realizing I need to get over it at 24 and not 84. 

So anyway, this was written kind of terrible. No beautiful phrases or nice rhetorical elements. 

This is just me finally believing in myself, or at least telling myself I believe in myself. 

Either way, fake it 'til you make it is the name of the game. 

Idk how to wrap up. Peace out, beezies.


Anastasia Warren