I want to create.
I wan to design websites.
Nifty websites with vibrant colors, cool little graphics and hidden trinkets.
I want to develop video games.
Giving out tasks and watching over talented people build greatness from thin air.
I want to write stories.
Stories so vast, so detailed, so intriguing, no one ever forgets them.
But fear holds me back.
The fear of realizing I’m not capable of attaining any of my dreams.
The fear my dreams are only empty promises.
So I settle.
The longer I settle the more my fear takes over and I feel useless.
A never-ending cycle of me dashing my own dreams.