The thing is, I have reached a point where I don’t really care whether I sink or not. I’m at a place where even drowning seems better that staying in the boat. I’ve been sitting in the boat for so long, doing the right thing, being careful and responsible, rocking it now and again, but backing off the moment someone starts complaining or it seems like we’re about to capsize. Maybe it’s time to just get out. If I sink, then I sink. If I don’t, well, the possibilities are endless, aren’t they?
Don’t you just sometimes feel like risking it all on an off chance? I think the reason why there are so few truly great people out there is because so few people are willing to risk it on an idea, on a dream. Continue reading “On Taking the Plunge”