My life is so very small.
I thought I'd be that person who ate a well earned sandwich at the top if a mountain; who paddled the Colorado River; discussed philosophy and great love by campfires; who traveled the world making friends of strangers and would never settle for mediocre.
But mediocre and "safe" crept in on the heels of fear. Fear convinced me to abandon my dreams and goals and to settle for "safe". But "safe" doesn't make life worth living. You may live long and in relative comfort but at what cost?
If we long to live should we listen? Can we even hear the cry any longer after years of suffocating it with Netflix, booze, pizza, shopping?
Someone once said, "If you do what you've always done, you'll get what you've always gotten."
I want something new.
I've got to have something new.
At the moment, your view is small also, so you don't realize that even the very smallest interactions with people can be huge. But in general, you have spoken for each of us as we wonder when we got so deep into a routine that we accepted it without question. Keep writing these wonderful thoughts.
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