What would happen
if I did?
If I lent myself to the things that truly drive me.
To the things that get pushed aside for the urgent.
To the things that get stifled for the expedient.
What would happen
if I did?
If I heeded the still, small voice.
That voice that knows
exactly what I need
and exactly what I no longer want.
What would happen
if I did?
If I took that step
no matter what ‘they’ thought.
If I took that chance
no matter the outcome.
What would happen
if I did?
Even if I can’t see what’s next.
Even if I don’t know what will come of it.
Even if I’m afraid.
What would happen
if I did?
The truth is, I don’t know.
And that uncertainty keeps me exactly where I am.
That fear holds me tight.
That doubt penetrates my resolve.
But…
What would happen
if I don’t?
Well, I may just spend the rest of my life
agonising over
what would happen
if I did.
Love that! It echos EXACTLY how I feel right now. Thanks you 🙏
Love this! To second the above comment, I am feeling this right now as well.
This is the ultimate decision. Sometimes, for those who are terminally ill, the choice is made for them, as they try to seek out the things they’d have wanted to do, if they were free to do so.
But for those of us who aren’t unwell, we hang on to the “security” of what is familiar. It’s human nature, I’m sure. Makes you think, though……