I'm a coward.

I sit around all day telling myself there are so many things I want to do with my life. But I never actually take the steps towards doing any of these things.

I fear that at the end of my life, I'll be filled with regret for not living my life to the fullest. And yet, I don't do anything each day I'm alive.

I'm a coward, through and through. I'm afraid to pursue my dreams. I'm afraid to actually put myself out there, and risk failing before I succeed. I'm afraid to spend my life outside the boundaries I've learned from my parents.

I keep telling myself things will be different, one day. But that day never comes.

Years pass.

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