The Gutless Girl

Some things we want badly enough to sacrifice a few lesser things. Lesser things, like pride, like time, like self-esteem.

I think some people end up unhappy because they don’t know what they want, and what they want badly enough. Mind you, they are two separate things, their magnitude measured in two separate scales. Unfortunately, no one can tell you how to categorize your desires. You would just have to make do with your almost always faulty judgment, and before you know it, you’ve lost everything that matters to you.

So now you’re left with yourself. Yourself to congratulate if you end up being in the right, and yourself to blame when you’re in the wrong. And that’s it—risk. Without taking some you’re a loser. Without it you’re getting nowhere except where you’ve always been. If you don’t risk anything on a bet, duh, then, it won’t be a bet, just a meaningless venture. And life is a bet. Do you want yours to be a meaningless venture?

How do I end this.

No guts no love life.