What if, what if, what if?

There’s this post on tumblr:

I don’t want to be creepy, but I don’t want to be empty either.

It sort of just makes me think how we let social norms dictate our actions and how it ruins our lives because we DON’T do things because we don’t want to seem creepy or weird, and we don’t take risks or leaps of faith and we always think about what could have been, not what was. There’s always a lingering question: what if, what if, what if?

I’m tired of what ifs.

If I keep living my life scared of what people might potentially think of me, it’s going to consume me. I will look back at these years and hate myself, and I will be left wondering, what if?

 

And I feel like lots of people share this sentiment. I can’t be the ONLY person out here that gets fed up with hesitation and mixed signals, right?

 

– Queen of Second Thoughts

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