Hold your breath and wait for the good stuff?
Or hold your entire future in the palm of your hand and roll the dice?
What’s it going to be?
Stay or go?
Sit tight or invest?
Stick or twist?
Don’t ask her or ask her?
Say no to him, or say yes to him?
Give up or try again?
Hold your breath and wait for the good stuff?
Or hold your entire future in the palm of your hand and roll the dice?
Questions.
I don’t know the answer to any of those questions really.
But I do know this.
In your final days.
You’ll look back at your ‘hold your breath or roll the dice’ moments.
And you will wish you’d have rolled the dice more.
Much more, in fact.
I have no doubt about that at all.
And how do I know?
Because of this sentence earlier:
Hold your breath or hold your enter future in the palm of your hand and roll the dice?
I know how holding your breath and waiting for the good stuff makes you feel.
I know how rolling the dice makes you feel.
And in your final days.
I know which feeling you’ll wish you’d felt more.
Because ‘excitement’ trumps ‘anxiety’ every time in this short life of ours.
Final Days.
In your final days.
You will finally realise.
That the rolls of the dice are the focus.
Not the breath-holding.
Because somebody else decides how many breaths you take.
But how many times you roll the dice?
That’s completely up to you.