Scared.

Nervous.

Hesitant.

Worried about the what if’s

Instead of the what could be’s.

We drown in the inner scarcity—

The fears,

The doubts,

The whispers that say don’t.

And in doing so,

We overlook the outer possibilities—

The open doors waiting,

The blessings we’ll never see

If we never move.

Seek life through the eyes

Of the one willing to risk.

The one who dares to step forward

Even when the ground feels uncertain.

Because if you don’t,

You’ll never know

What could have been.

Wanting to be brave, but unsure.

Wanting to leap, but letting fear

Pull you back.

In the end,

It’s not the failures that haunt us,

But the moments we never tried.

The dreams we left untouched.

The journeys we never began.

In the end,

We only regret

The chances we didn’t take.