“A
year from now you may wish you had started today." ~Karen Lamb
And before
I felt it was going to be too late, I picked up my pen.
With
infinite thoughts running in my head and numerous write-ups stacked in personal
diary, I wonder what had I been waiting for so long? That one hitch which
prevents the soul from letting go? That one hesitation in your path of freedom holding
you back from chasing your dream? That one indescribable hobble which you
wished if it wasn’t there; you would have started one year earlier.
And
that is, the fear of it ‘failing’.
What,
if my blog fetches no readers? What, if I’m underrated on my flamboyant writing
skills or overrated for my ornate articles? What, if for my nerdy opinions I
lose a close friend or win over an unsolicited stalker?
The
fear that, when my dream takes me to the edge of reality I may get to see a
world that is nowhere near the periphery of the dream I spun, and that, I
failed myself miserably. These petty ‘fears’
which finally manage to convince me to stay back in my comfortable cage of
wakelessness and allow me to enjoy the illusive sweetness brought by wishful
thinking alone.
The ‘fear
of failure’ has nipped in a thousand buds.
I
want to blossom to the utmost mellowness and therefore, I must begin. Here and
now.
