Whether it is work or home life it is so easy to let our paths be blazed by our excuses rather than our efforts. Why is that? Are we afraid of succeeding or failing? Is is that change is uncomfortable and mediocrity is much more comfy. I once had a friend who said she is at least comfortable being unhappy. She said happy is not something you can predict or control. Unhappy is at least stable. Whoa.
What is more frightening to you…living a life and never finding out how much happier you could have been. Or is it living and risking and sometimes being disappointed? What is wrong with being disappointed? Does in not give us something to gauge, compare and contrast our experiences with. If every day was pure joy would we still appreciate joy as much?