what if your avoidance
of what if’s
is keeping you from the magic
of the unknown?
does continuing to stuff yourself into an uncomfortable but familiar box still work well enough for you?
how much energy is it taking you to keep contorting yourself for that damn box that you don’t even like?
over, and over, and over.
how much are you willing to give up to insist on half-living your life?
how much are you willing to let fear rule you in exchange for fleeting senses of security?
it’s exhausting to keep trying to tape shit back together, yeah?
you don’t know what you don’t know; take a leap into the infinity of the unknown, remembering that from nothingness is all else born.
roll the dice. go higher. go left instead of right. blow up the comfortable shit that makes you small.
do it for the you of your dreams.
the you that you don’t fully believe exists but really just might.
treat it as a radical experiment. you don’t have to believe yet to try.