I think the big question that's lurking in all of our minds is this: What the hell am I supposed to be doing? Seriously, is there a person out there that doesn't question who they are and the choices they make every single day? Or is this just me? What keeps us from looking deep inside to our core and finding what we are made to do in this lifetime?
Absolutely 100% of everything that holds me back is fear. Fear of trying and failing. Who wants to reach for the stars when you know at any second someone could pull the ladder out from under you? The fall is terrifying, and when you crash and shatter into a million pieces, who is going to be there to sort out the pieces and glue you back together?
It's far safer to just stay holed up in my fort of delusion. The walls are made of books, and the mundane evils of the world cannot reach me here. Every night, the starlight grows brighter, reaching out to me, beckoning. I try to touch them, reaching through my window, but they are beyond my touch. If only I could embark on some great adventure, and capture some starlight in a jar. There is magic in the stars, I can feel it. I stand on the threshold, jar in hand. I am paralyzed by fear. When I was dropped on this strange planet, my map was all wrong. My compass needle spins interminably.
If only there was someone to show me the way.