You

You've never followed your dreams before. Not because you don't think you'll be successful. And not because you're any better or worse than anybody else. It's not even because you haven't practiced. No, you just don't make the time to get out there and do it. You always have a reason. You're too tired. You're just gonna read one more chapter, watch one more show. You wanna have a drink and cut loose a little bit. You need a little fun after your shitty job.

You mean well but you know that's the road to hell but still nothing changes even though you feel worse and worse about not going after what you really want.

You finally hit a crossroads. You look in a mirror one day and the sun hits your face just so and you swear you see some gray in your stubble for a split second and a chill runs through you. Or you'll be brushing your teeth and your face is pulled in an unusual way and you'll realize the laugh lines don't disappear quite as quickly as they used to. You know now that's all it takes and you decide to take the leap.

This is where the path splits. You need to make the choice between action and inaction. Between nagging reservations and thoughtless ambition. You don't think about it. You just do it.

You don't know what motivates other people, what gives give them relentless drive to carry on. But you know what motivates you: a gray hair in the mirror, a life unlead.