My exceptional fear of heartbreak has always held me back. How could I knowingly immerse with the risk of vivid suffering, of shattering rejection so real? Sure, I’m “fearless” when I’m still somewhat in control.
I’ve fought for it, worked hard to prove it, and suffered in it.
How many of us are living an existence primarily fueled by a script that we’ve read and never questioned?
There is no other person who can replace you in your life, in the arena you’ve been called to. If you leave your place in the line, it will remain empty.
When you spend life bracing for impact, you live in constant apprehension, stealing happiness from each joyful moment.