When will I step out of passivity and fear, and instead walk in victory and confidence?
When will I act on the dreams in my head and my heart? When will I unite thought and passion with hands and feet?
When will I stop wanting to do things, and do them?
When will I write for the sake of seeing a flood of words cascading down a page, instead of waiting until I feel like what I write is worth reading?
When will I learn to be vulnerable?
When will I set aside what I know, and allow myself to feel?
When I will I stop doing, and just…be…?