Take that first Step

It's past midnight and I am here with some wisdom. yeah... you guessed right. it is about taking that first step that makes you uncomfortable and scares you. All of us have hobbies, talents and thus, our own unique expressions of art. But let's face it, the lifestyle we are currently living, the habits we have adapted, are suppressing our deepest desires and even our callings. Still, some of us manage to recognize our goals and dreams. But then, BAM!! Our ''rational thinking'' and "practicality" stops us from taking the first step towards it by making us self-doubt.
   So, my friend, the key is not to listen to it. You are not living to regret not taking initiatives on your death bed, are you?
   Take that goddamned step. Let it scare you. Enjoy it. Do it anyway. LIKE A GANGSTER!!!

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