Nobody’s perfect. If everyone were perfect then we’d all be the same. I’m kind of glad that I’m not like anyone else. If I was, then I wouldn’t be me. There are things that I want to do, that everyone wants to do, but won’t because they are afraid to fail. But then I start thinking “who am I trying to impress?” But then I start thinking harder and I realize “everyone.” But if I want to do what I really want to do, if anyone wants to do what they really want to do, then they have to do it for themselves. I have to do it for myself.
Being afraid to fail has held me back in many ways. It has made me scared to do what I want to do because knowing the fact that I could fail, the fact that I could humiliate