I don’t think anything scares me more than the fact I might not be anyone or do anything great. Everyday I see people living ordinary lives. They’re all just trying to make it by, thinking they can save life for a time where things are easier. They think they need to wait until they have more money, or more friends, or worst of all, more time. But they never make enough money or find enough friends. And while they are waiting until they have enough time for life they let life and time slip through their fingers. What a terrible way to spend what we are so graciously given. But even more terrible is being aware of it. Being sick isn’t so bad until you realize you could be well. That is when we start to become consumed with what we’re not. I remember having speech problems when I was little. I had no idea I was saying some words wrong, but when someone finally told me I started going to therapy to correct it. I wanted to change. I wanted to talk how I was supposed to talk. I wanted to be who I was made to be. At the core of everyone on this earth is the desire to become who they are meant to be. But moving from where we are to where we’re supposed to be is hard, and I don’t think anyone likes doing hard things. I don’t like to be uncomfortable or stretched, but I know these things are going to be necessary. It’s so much easier to put off becoming what we’re meant to be for another day. We are more comfortable burying our potential with pursuit of the things that keep us comfortable.