09.30.18

My most ambitious goal has the smallest probability of occurring. Yet I run towards it, chased by the fear of reality that would result from standing still. Life is a marathon but I want to sprint through at least half of it. Is it too selfish to ask time to go slower when I want to move faster?

I’m excited for the future knowing full well it isn’t set in stone. I’m afraid of the present knowing full well I have total control over how I spend it. I think I’ll be happier in the future, knowing full well I can only experience the present. I’m pretty happy right now, though. But sometimes happiness is too comfortable. Sometimes happiness feels like I’m standing still.