What have you risked today?
Surely not an episode on Amazon Prime, or the chair that your butt rests.
Have you stopped that busy mindless task that consumes and hurls you towards that everlasting plateau that damns.
Is it a risk to write, paint, sing, compose, or memorize a set of mindless words on a page that no one will ever read or will they?
You don’t know until you do it and do it once again.
You know it’s within you.
Then what the hell are you doing about it?
Stop, go, jump out of the stream, toss yourself into that what scares you.
You owe it to the I, the we, them, the people, the me’s who sit on dreams and think that to be bold is for someone else.