Go new places.
Meet new people.
Try new things.
Life is too short not to.
Now don’t get me wrong. Dreams are earned. Dreams are fought for. They’re not wishes granted by some motherfucking genie in a bottle.
The bigger your dreams, the harder you have to graft to make them come true. The more you have to struggle. The more you have to sacrifice.
But will it be worth it?
At eighty, you’ll regret the things you didn’t do way more than the things you did. So be stupid. Be unthinking. Be fearless.
And be ready to fuck up.
Because you will.
Nobody ever did anything worthwhile without making mistakes, or burning a few bridges, or looking like a completely crazy person once in a while.
Which would you rather:
Fuck up a hundred times, learn a hundred new lessons then use those lessons to create something amazing?
Or fuck up never and create nothing?
Because you have to choose. It’s one or the other. You can’t make zero mistakes and something amazing.
So embrace it: in a life well spent, things are going to go wrong. You’ll be told ‘no’. You’ll be told ‘f*ck no’. You’ll be told ‘f*ck you’.
None of these are reasons to settle.
None of these are reasons to stop exploring.
None of these are reasons to stop trying new things.
Life only stops if you decide to stop living it.