Frustration

I need to stop thinking, and start doing.

I guess there's no more succinct way to put it.  Life is, if it's going to have any thing that i would consider interesting or unique or worthwhile doing in the first place, going to have some things that require risk.

Sacrifice, failure, loss, disappointment.  All the things that seem to keep me from actually doing the things that I feel I need to be doing with my life.  I can deal with them as they come, along with achievement, pride, accomplishment, and satiation; else, they will catch up with me at some point, in the lamentations of looking back at what I should have done, or at the very least tried.

It sounds so vastly clichéd, to say that I have nothing to prove to anyone but myself.  It's just that I no longer care anymore if it's clichéd or not.

I've been stagnant far too much this spring.  I know that drives this, but I'm going to let it be the engine of this drive to change...something.