Why do we obsess over petty fears such as rejection? I'm realizing that my greatest fear all along wasn't to end up alone, it was that I may be on my death bed regretting not taking more chances. More risks. Life is too short to be afraid. To care so much what others think that you stop yourself from taking a chance which could possibly effect the rest of your life, in a glorious amazing way. What if you miss out on the best things of your life because you were too preoccupied with the approval of everyone else, or too afraid that it might not end up the way you'd hoped? What if your fears have held you back so tight that you missed out on sharing a million smiles? Missing out on that sore feeling, the feeling you get where your smile is tugged so tight that it can't seem to be stretched anymore. What if you're missing out on laughing so hard you can't breathe, making it even somehow even more hilarious? I don't want to be battered with the "what if.." thougths when I'm older, I don't want to live in regretted wonder. I want to live in thrilling curiousty, passionate yearning for every expeirence that makes me strong. Makes me expand the memory folders creased in my mind.
I think you should take a chance. Anything you think that could make you happy, do it. fuck the rest.
haha for some reason that gay band abba or whatever just popped into my head. that one line "take a chance on meeeeeeeeeeee."