Sometimes it’s so fucking hard.
You’re full of fear, a lot of the time.
It’s easier to drift along.
It’s easier to just play the same game everyone else is playing.
Yet, something eats inside you every time you don’t act.
Every time you turn on the tv rather than read or get to work.
It’s because it’s easier.
It’s hard grafting all the time.
It’s fucking hard.
You know what’s harder?
Regret for the things you didn’t do
Regret for the people you didn’t impact
Regret for the person you could’ve become.
Regret for the promises you could’ve kept to yourself.
If you’re ready to become the hero in your story, get in touch.