I’m too goddamn lazy. There is an entire world out there and I’m either too lazy or too damn scared to throw myself out there.
My mind and heart have been ready for adventure since I realized how limitless my Life could be.
I’ve been ready for the world for years but for one reason or another I continue to shy away from it.
I am not a sham, a coward, or a fink.
I do not lack passion, despite my constant worrying. If anything, my problem is that I want everything. Sometimes it seems easier to focus on the obstacles rather than the vast number of things I want to do.
There is almost nothing I do not crave to taste, smell or feel. I want to see and do as much as I can before my time is up. At the moment the clock seems to be ticking ever faster, and that frightens me.
Hey, Leibs. If you’re reading this, thanks again for lighting this fire under my ass.