It wasn’t long ago when I would do nothing and fear for something that would not happen, because geez I wouldn’t even attempt to do it. Things would often end up that way, I’d feel empty, but then why? I had been doing the safest thing.. not taking the risk, then why does it mess me up so much?
I would be scared as to ‘what if people hate me? And what if they I end up hurting them?’ and in all these chaos I would just forget that I end up hurting me the most. I would put heavier borders around me and that I knew that I m the biggest constraint of my own life.
So I decided, wheather good or bad let’s try getting out of the zone, let’s try to be something I was never before. So I did something which the old me would probably not, you know as I would call myself a jinx and try put myself locked from doing anything that would be a hindrance to my old rules which by the way I made for myself.
So then I started having fun, well probably not on the score of others but yes I did. And its a different thing that in the process I might have hurt few people, which I think is pretty obvious but did pleasing them give me anything on the contrary.
Did letting me hurt myself or confining me from thing I wanted to do so badly or things I wanted to try in my life do any good to me. I didn’t want to live a life that I would regret tomorrow afterall.
For me it started here, the day when I decided to let go of my own boundaries, what about you?