i find myself at a crossroads. staring my dream in the face, i have to decide.
fear grips me and worry shivers down my spine. it isn't in my nature to worry so i know that this must be something huge.
i feel insignificant. i feel as if it is a million to one. what if's flood my brain.
i can always find a way to water things down: make it more simple. see, i don't like to deal with things...i don't like to look stress in the eye.
i'm a runner. i'm a winner because i don't play games that i know i will lose.
but what if i decided that, in spite of everything i felt, i would take the leap?
face fear head on...and refuse to base a decision on logic, fear, or anything besides pure passion.
what if, when i'm fourty, i can look at my kids and, instead of telling them to follow their dreams, i can show them that its possible to do so?
i would rather die than live a life that doesn't match my heart. Its become so big that it leaks all over everything.
God planted a dream inside of me. He gave me something huge.
So for His birthday present, i give that dream back to Him, conditions nonexistent.
fear no longer being the cause behind my logic, nor the rudder to my boat.
hand me a map.
hand me your heart.
i'll follow its tune.
or i'll fall apart.
