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Whenever you come to a point in your life where you are struggling to make a difficult decision, ask yourself:

 What would I regret more?

If your goal is to maximize security while minimizing exposure to your insecurities, you'll never fully live. You'll just end up with a pile of regrets at the end of your life that you can't go back and remedy. If it's true, that when you die, the person you became meets the person you could have become, then that disconnect is heartbreaking regret.

We've all lived in the space of good enough: not great, not what you dreamed of, but it will do. The question is, will you stay there? That is when the intense soul searching begins. The mid-life crisis, so to speak. The deciding factor is ultimately, if I stay here, will I regret it later?

 If you don't answer the call to step out of your comfort zone and become the hero of your own story (who battles his demons, and conquers his fears), then your story has ended. That will lead to depression, resentment, dissatisfaction and complete unrest.

How will you feel having chosen the illusion of safety over what sets your soul on fire?


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