I have a tendency to limit myself. There are things that I presume are beyond me. Or, believe it or not, sometimes I don't want to draw too much attention to myself, almost as if I'm a star that doesn't want to shine bright. It's a silly flaw. Because my potential goes untapped because of fear. Fear of having eyes on me, judgement. Fear of failure also to a certain extent. Yet time moves, regrets mount. The visionaries either broke free from these restraints or had no awareness of them. Perhaps they had an understanding of a concept that is too slippery for us the faceless multitudes to grasp. You only live once. And this life is like a mist. It's there for a brief period and then it's gone. Knowing this, understanding this, one then has to decide. To be a wallflower or to rage against the dying of the light. That is the question.