All my life I’ve played it safe. I took small steps instead of huge leaps when it came to making decisions. I thought taking risks was the same thing as making mistakes or failing. I detest failure and try to avoid it at all costs. I think everyone realizes that failure is a part of life and it’s also, much to my dismay, inevitable.
Recent events have proven that taking a leap is sometimes the best way to achieve your dreams. Nobody ever achieved anything worthwhile by being cautious and letting greatness pass them by. You have to fight for what you want and if that means standing on the edge and jumping into unknown territory, do it. No matter how terrifying or impossible it seems. It’s challenging to open yourself up to the possibility of failure. But sometimes when you leap you won’t land in failure, you’ll land somewhere worthwhile. Somewhere you never would have been without taking that crucial step into the unknown.
There’s a risk I’ve wanted to take for a very long time. The reason I haven’t taken it is that the consequence is too great to ignore. It’s paralyzed me and caused me to do nothing. I wish I could overlook the potential negative aftermath and jump, but I can’t muster the courage.
I just need to keep telling myself: In the end, you only regret the chances you didn’t take. How will you know if it’s the right decision if you never make it? If you want it, you need to go for it. Most importantly, don’t ever be afraid to take risks because they’re what make life worth living.
Maybe someday soon I’ll take that step.