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I Love You, But I Must Leave You Behind
It’s the only way to live the life of my dreams, and I have to believe that it’s worth it
“In any great narrative, there is a moment when a character must decide to become more than a bystander. This choice, though, is always preceded by something deeper, a nagging feeling that there must be more.”
– Jeff Goins, The Art of Work
That nagging feeling is where I am right now.
It’s the loud ringing in my ears, but it’s also the soft whisper straight from my heart that refuses to subside, day in and day out.
If I’m honest, though, this nagging feeling isn’t new to me. I’ve lived with it for years now, if not decades. It’s become a part of me, like an extension of my soul.
Up until now, I’ve been able to ignore it (well, sort of).
Yes, it’s been there — but I haven’t always felt so strongly that I need to act on it — that I need to finally become more than a bystander.
Until now, that is.
The reason is simple: not even attempting to create a remarkable life is painful for me.
Not going after any of my crazy dreams just to see what can happen because I’m afraid is a sure way to live unhappily.
