Day Fifteen

I wish I allowed myself to dream like the dreamers. If I allowed myself to hope beyond hope and feel what it would be like to realize something beyond my potential. I tell myself often that things are not possible, that some things are not worth the risk, and perhaps if there was no one to tell me these things seemed impossible, I would do them because I didn’t know any differently. I tell myself no more than yes, and it continues to be a way that I protect myself. Fear of failure, fear of a stumble along the path keeps me from going bigger than mediocre. Mediocrity is were realists live. Dreamers live in a land of endless possibilities.