Shakespeare said it best with “All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances.” But I’m challenging that, can that really be all that life amounts to, is that really it? How much of life is by chance vs. predestined?
Are we all just acting as if awaiting that next part, choosing instead to let life pass us by without a fight? Too many times I’ve heard people coming to the end of their life with a list of regrets mostly being "I wish I had" or "If I could go back, I would."
Let’s not wait until retirement, the lottery win, marrying the prince that would sweep you away from everything, but instead stand on our own two feet and demand that we’re going to go after what we want.
Life is full of possibilities; the problem is that we’re afraid of the unknown. It's safer to walk the line and not deviate into the winding path, not knowing what’s at the end and having to face the fear that you might just fail.