If I wasn’t a fraud or afraid…
I’d write well every day.
I’d finish that bloody novel.
I’d finish any writing at all.
I’d have the courage to live and pursue my dreams.
I’d see failure as a necessary part of success, not a permanent condition.
I’d be a better person.
I’d be kinder, happier, and more forgiving.
I’d be generous with my time and my affection.
I wouldn’t be such a fucking coward.
I wouldn’t be scared shitless of public speaking.
I’d know what to say.
I’d have the courage to speak out.
I’d have the courage to speak to you. Speak to her. Speak to anyone.
I’d lead by example, and be worthy of being followed.
I’d be out there on the frontline living my dreams.
I’d do the things that I encourage others to do.
I’d wipe the slate clean and start again, any number of times. As long as it takes to get it right.
There’d be gold in them woods.
I’d gladly trade a long life for a life well lived.
I’d love unconditionally without holding back for fear of getting hurt
I would…
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