you can't keep waiting.

you can't keep waiting.

We're always waiting for the perfect moment. The next day. The right timing. That next paycheck. The right feeling. The perfect situation. We're always waiting. Why are we always waiting?

Sometimes I think we always say "I'm waiting for the perfect moment" so we don't have to say "I'm afraid of what will happen". We aren't waiting for it to be perfect because let's face it, timing will never be perfect. Perfect does not exist. So let's call it what it is, fear. We are afraid of what might go wrong, what may not work out, what could possibly be a "no". We are afraid of failure, we are scared to be wrong. We are afraid of the unknown; the future. We are afraid to be seen, to be watched, to have a spotlight. We are afraid to make mistakes that will be judged and magnified. 

When will we stop being so afraid of our own success? When will fear no longer hold us captive? When will we stop letting fear tell us to lie and say we're "just waiting"? When will we have enough of fear?

I am 21 years old. A little more than three years ago I was walking across a stage signifying the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. And my joyful, 18 year old heart could not be more excited. I was ready to take on the world. I knew who I was. I knew what I wanted to do, where I wanted to go, and what my life was going to be used for. I didn't know that for two years after that moment I would stumble around quickly losing sight of all goals and dreams I had. Fear crept in. It took my joy, my faith, my determination, my gusto, my hopes and dreams. Fear stole it all. And it's had a pretty tight grip on it ever since. So when will I stop waiting? When will you stop holding back? When will we break down the wall of fear?

Fear will end the moment you say your life is worth it to be successful. Decide on success and you'll decide on a life full of adventure, happiness, and zero perfect moments, only incredible mistakes and wonderful adventures.

2016, you will not know fear.

xoxo, Spencer Lee

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