This is something I always promised myself I would never do. To me, living your life comfortably is not really living at all. I’m not saying people should be extremists and live life on the edge or anything like that, but I can’t be the type of person that settles for less instead of challenging myself. It kinda seems like I have.
Some days I wish I cared less. Only because I don’t like the way I feel when I allow things to get under my skin. It makes me feel weak. I’ve become much better at coping with this when it happens but when I was younger, it felt like I was at war with the whole world.
Now days, I pick my battles wisely. I let a lot of things go. That’s just maturity. Or is it just me becoming softer and losing my edge?