What we are all afraid of is the life half lived, the unmet potential, the slipping of time without gravitas, without meaning. That fear paces around our mind as we fall asleep, questioning every passing day and its contents. It sits next to us, judging our decisions from a distance, asking us if we’re sure over and over again. It sits nexts to us and tells stories of an empty past, the wasted potential, the missed opportunities.
So I shout back “I ACCEPT.” I embrace all of the past mistakes, the wasted hours and the meaningless