Risk It.

The temptation to put it away into the 'Dreams' folder is always a shadow on my shoulder. 

That there is too much involved, that the rate of failure is exponentially higher than that of success, that heartbreak (or worse, soulbreak) is an inevitability, that you need to stop being such a child, stop gypsying around, stop ignoring facts, be smart, when are you going to get a real job?

But something innate and organic inside me keeps insisting that Atlas doesn't really have a clue what he's doing. That the world is growing smaller. That how things were in our heads when we were children (of how things would be and how things should be) (the siren call of the picket fence) only have the power over our reality that we give them to potential to be.

So risk it.

Being foiled by your inability to be fearless... is frustrating.

And in our hunt to find success, we've forgotten one thing.

There is no such thing as failure.

Surrendering to the worst case scenario makes it all the more sweeter; will move your story from a 80c Kindle tale to a meaty thing people want to hold, want to curl up with in front of a fire and READ; will give you depth of character and scars of heart that no pirate ever had. The things you'll see will be burned on your retina irreparably, the things you'll hear will make the buzzing in your ears louder than any concert. 

Fuck you picket fence. 

Let your heart be swollen by the anguish of impossibility - because impossible love is what Fairy Tales are made out of and can inspire a millennia. Be reckless beyond good reason. Be charitable outside of your means. Scare yourself into living. Throwing your soul whole heartedly into the stupid option. Accept it. Embrace it. Chase it. 

Something other than what you've assumed all your life is what you're missing. This is it. You've found it, grasp it with two hands and don't let go; even if it means losing your hands in the process.