Sometimes I

Sometimes…

there isn’t worse enemy than chances. meanwhile you don’t have the chance of doing something, there is nothing to worry about, you can blame any little thing that is preventing you to not achieving success, feel happiness, enjoy living. 

This is the reason of our love for our ballast. Our ballast allows us to be innocent of any charge of cowardly, to discover directly the real guilty, the true criminal of our failure, never ourselves;  family, friends, money, lovers, time, cruelty world…

We never have time for doing what we really want, our dear ballast demands us to much. We’ve never get enough money while we are spending our energy in all these expensive things.

The fear of being free from it is not because of the fear of flying, but the fear to stay in ground at the moment you have ride off your plummet. 

When there is no more excuses, the only one guilty appears now, but you don’t like your own name in that position, so you look around, desperate, searching for any heavy load that could bury you in earth. Being buried alive is much better than the chance of not being able to fly.

But, what if at the end everything is just about being afraid of flying?

“To try is to risk failure. But risk must be taken because the greatest hazard of life is to risk nothing. The person who risks nothing does nothing, has nothing, is nothing. He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow, live, and love.”

- Leo Buscaglia