challenging the world
It becomes an effort to force oneself to write. To force oneself to
create, to paint, to do. One must have a lot of balls to grab the bull
by the horn and challenge the world. I've challenged the world, yes,
but I've crept back into my shell. I must learn to challenge
everything. Like the woman who sits at the table writing. You want to
get to know her, but you sit here quietly alone. You devise plans to
introduce yourself. You picture it in your mind. You may even get up
and start walking towards her. But inevitably you keep walking past.
She never meets you. You never meet her. The opportunity is gone and
only regret lingers. More people regret what they haven't done in life
than what they have. To try is at least something. Failure is a
lesson. But if you never try, you are left with nothing. Simple
nothing.
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