Who cares what cowards think anyway?

Listen to this!

It's hard, hard not to sit on your hands
And bury your head in the sand
Hard not to make other plans
And claim that you've done all you can, all along
And life must go on


I'm sure a lot of people can relate to the lyrics. Amélie is my favorite film of all time, which is where the background music comes from, so it's quite odd to hear this with lyrics. But I like it nonetheless.


I've been thinking about my life lately. In some ways, I feel rather accomplished. Not many 23-year olds have the kind of life that I have. I am beyond blessed with so much awesomeness in life and well, how could one not be blessed with God in one's life? He's here, with me, with my family, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, every second of my living breath and even within the miniscule-uncountable-smaller-than-a-second-amount-of-time in my life. Our lives. So yes. That in itself is already a great deal.


However, I am still very much susceptible to my human emotions. I am young, therefore I ought not feel accomplished just yet. There's so much more I can do out in the real big world. So yes, a greater portion of myself feels inadequate and under-accomplished and that I need to get on my feet and do something about it. Because, really, who cares about being financially independent, about having a stable job, about earning well, about owning / purchasing a brand new car, about being a degree-holder or about being the goody-two-shoes of a child when you haven't done much to help out in the real world?


My thoughts are battling: Am I underestimating myself? Am I setting standards that are too high for my own good? Am I just not waiting for the right time for greater things to come my way? Or am I living such a comfortable life that I'm frightened to step out of my comfort zone?


One thing I know is I need to get on my feet and do something about this (seemingly) stagnant life of mine.