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The Life You’re (and also I’m)Afraid to Live, Is the One We Deserve

Here’s a truth most people won’t tell you: the life you want isn’t waiting for you. It’s not sitting around, twiddling its thumbs, hoping you’ll finally wake up one morning and claim it. The life we been dreaming of — the one that feels wild, free, and unapologetically yours — is running at full speed, and every moment we wait is another moment it slips further away.

So what we can do about it?

Stop Living on Autopilot

Let’s be honest: most of us are stuck in a loop, Think about it- wake up. Work. Scroll. Sleep. Repeat. Maybe there’s a vacation here and there. Maybe a new car, a raise, or a weekend spent bingeing the latest trending series.

But deep down, there’s a voice you can’t ignore. A voice that whispers when the world gets quiet: “This isn’t it. There’s more.”

The problem isn’t that you don’t know what you want. The problem is that you’re scared to face it. Because it means taking action, and action means risk.

scientifically, we are more sad when we lose then happy when we gain, let it sink for a second, we need to fight our natural instincts, and it’s not that easy, but it’s possible.

You’re Not as Stuck as You Think

Right now, you’re probably listing all the reasons you can’t go after the life you want. Money, time, responsibilities — the usual suspects.

But here’s the thing: most of those reasons? They’re excuses disguised as obstacles.

Here’s a brutal truth:

You’re not stuck just because of your circumstances, but also because you’re afraid of what happens when you step out of them.

So make one decision. Then another. Then another. And before you’ll Know it, you won’t be the same person, but someone who finally living, not just existing.

You Don’t Need Permission

No one is coming to save you. No one is going to knock on your door and hand you the life you’ve always dreamed of (and as I posted before, even not your mom).

This is your job. Your responsibility. Your privilege.

The world owes you nothing, but offers you everything. The question is: will you take it?

The Pain of Regret Is Worse Than the Fear of Change, I know it, you know it, but it’s still hard to act, no doubt.

Here’s something to think about:

If you woke up tomorrow and everything stayed exactly the same, how would you feel? Could you live with knowing that this is it — that this is as good as it gets? Or would a part of you ache with the regret of what if?

The fear we feel right now — the fear of failing, of looking foolish, of losing what you have — that fear is temporary. Regret? That stays with us forever.

What Happens When You Say Yes

You’re not just saying yes to change. You’re saying yes to life.

You’re saying yes to the unknown streets of cities you’ve never been to, the sunsets you’ll never forget, and the people who will remind you what it means to feel connected to something bigger than yourself.

You’re saying yes to stories — stories that make you laugh, cry, and sit in awe of how far you’ve come.

You’re saying yes to yourself.

This Is the Moment That Matters

There’s a reason you’re reading this. It’s because part of you knows it’s time.

Time to stop hiding behind excuses. Time to stop waiting for the perfect moment. Time to take control of the life that’s always been yours to claim.

So here’s what you’re going to do:

• Write down what you want to change

• Build small steps to achive it

• Write down every progress

Because the only thing scarier than the unknown is staying exactly where you are.

The life we want is out there. Go get it, and look to the left, I’m here, running beside you.

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Wow! Who is she? I don’t know, but she has to be mine”

No, this isn’t the opening line of some sleazy twenty-something at a bad house party. This is what I told myself on the first day of seventh grade, the moment I saw Maya for the first time. It hit me like a wave — the strange, addictive feeling of love at first sight.

I’ve always been shy, and I’ve always known it. But nothing could’ve prepared me for the sheer number of “popular” kids I met when I started middle school. It felt like everyone knew each other except for me, with my circle of maybe five friends. That didn’t stop me from fantasizing about marrying Maya, though.

That’s just who I am — self-aware, yet completely detached from reality at the same time.

“Sometimes you believe a lie just because you want to believe it”

that’s true. But really, what’s life without a little fantasy? Hope and imagination are gifts from God, and most of us — including me — don’t use them enough.

You probably think I approached Maya, made her laugh with some witty line, and we ended up grabbing ice cream like any cute 12-year-olds might do. Sorry to disappoint, but even belief could make that lie come true.

Pro Tip for Parents: If you have kids, teach them early on that communication is the foundation of everything. Get them talking to everyone — from the plumber to the cashier at the clothing store. Building that openness when they’re young will help them avoid shyness, and maybe they won’t miss their “Maya” when they hit middle school.

It took me years to realize how much I was missing out on because of my shyness — and even more years to start doing something about it.

Unfortunately, I’d say I’m one of those people who never had a girlfriend in high school. Not even close, really. It’s not that I’m totally weird or unattractive, but let’s just say I’m a bit of both. And here’s a secret: it didn’t exactly help my self-confidence.

The worst part? If you don’t have a younger sibling, you might not understand this, but the most humiliating thing in high school is when your younger brother — three years your junior — has a girlfriend, and you, the older sibling, the “role model” of the family, have never switched more than three sentences with a girl except for chemistry class. And hope doesn’t seem to be on the horizon.

By the time I finished school, I enlisted in the military for three years.

Nothing prepared me for the feeling I got when I came back home sitting alone in my room, It was like God was whispering in my ear, “You need someone here with you. Someone to laugh with, to hold you. You can’t be alone anymore”.

Toward the end of my service, I remembered this girl from my school. I’d seen her about a year ago when I picked up a takeaway at the restaurant where she worked as a waitress. She saw me in uniform and lit up with excitement, starting a conversation. She seemed super cute. Don’t ask why I didn’t talk to her more than a quick hi — I honestly don’t know myself.

So, I gathered intel for the mission, and a friend of her told me I should totally send a message. So with a fashionably late of just a year I opened up my best frenemy — Instagram — and sent her a DM.

She ignored me.

Like, straight up ignored me, as if I were some spam message offering a discount on a local pool membership.

I was bummed, sure, but I was also so proud of myself. Who would’ve thought I’d make a move like that? And to someone I thought was so cute (at least at the time).

That’s when I realized how much the army had changed me. I’d learned to act, not just sit and cry about things not working out — because guess what? No one cares, except maybe your mom, and even she starts losing patience when you’re 20.

Plan “P” - Party. Every Friday. No excuses.

Armed with motivational speeches in front of the mirror and way too much cologne, I set out with the mantra: “Never stop believing”

It was like fate. I’d barely arrived, didn’t even know where I was yet, when I felt a strange twinge in my racoon. I looked down and saw this girl working her magic on me. I was so unprepared for the moment, I froze, and she walked away.

By the end of the party, after awkwardly hitting on a few lucky ladies, something incredible happened.

I approached a girl and she wanted my number because she thought I was cute! Such a normal thing, yet it had never happened to me ever before. And, even crazier? She was completely normal too!

Now, I can confirm with scientifically proven certainty: beginner’s luck is real. And thank God for it.

With that hipe I went home, all my friends were so happy for me, and I was so proud of myself, just for the second time in my life..

“Never stop believing”