Fear

I’m tired of being afraid. Yes it’s wise to take realistic caution…. look both ways before you cross the street, don’t stick a fork in the toaster to retrieve your toast, get out of the water when there’s lightning… But things like, being too afraid to introduce yourself to a boy is silly. Fear of rejection is silly, yes it’ll hurt for a bit but the pain, humiliation, and embarrassment wears away. Eventually you look back and laugh. Being careful is no way to live life. It’s about taking risks because we never know when it will be our last day. We will never be more beautiful than we are now. Life is more precious for us because it’s so short. I don’t want to be in an accident and lying in the emergency room with my last thoughts being, “I should have been more adventurous, more active, more fun, more brave.” I want to be able to ask a boy out, to sing loud even if I’m off key, to dance when people are watching, to throw my hands in the air, to try things I never would.