taking chances. (old post)

What do you say in taking chances?

Like going for something NEW to you, something you’re uncertain of. And I’m not talking about love here . Enough of the “single”-hood and bitterness blah. I mean, LIFE in general.

What is it in going beyond our borders that most of us fear?


More often than not we become uber chicken to indulge ourselves to try and discover new things. May it be trying a dish, self or room make-overs, accepting a responsibility or signing up for a fitness plan you’ve always wanted to join . Because we’re too busy minding everyone around us and we’re too afraid of our greatness.



We get afraid of how our parents and friends will take it. We take too much caution with their would-be reactions while neglecting ourselves to grow. Okay, it’s always good to think about how people will take you.

But BEING and DOING EVERYTHING according to what (you think) people around you like won’t make you any happier. It is your life, live it. It’s not about being selfish, it’s about loving yourself first- Cliché but true.

We are afraid of our own greatness- seriously.

Most of the time, we deprive ourselves of getting outside our comfort zones because we think, our lives are good as it is. We fear of “up-sizing” our efforts and broadening our dreams. Because, we might get hurt, disappointed or rejected in the end. Our why-bother mentality holds us back most of the time because it’s always good to stay safe than take risks.

The what-ifs scare the hell out of us and we step back, say NO to challenges and play safe that we grow old not finding out what might have been if we only TRIED.

Don’t get me wrong. I get afraid. In fact, I fear responsibilities because I hate failure. And I’m not a fan of sudden change. I panic and breakdown whenever things go out of my way and how I planned it.

And you’re probably starting to think if I’m making sense when I am all of those. Let me tell you why. Last night before going to bed, while in the middle of weighing things and mentally arguing with myself whether to take chances or not, someone called me a QUITTER . And while I’ve called myself chicken a few times before, hearing that 7 letter word sucks big-time. I felt more than slapped. It shook the hell out of me.

I don’t want to be tagged as a quitter (who would?). Not because other people might believe it (say pleaser?) but because I realized I am not. And although most of the time I try over thinking things ahead, I realized that I can never predict what’s going to happen and the best thing to do is to stop figuring out where I’m going and enjoy where I’m at. Whatever life has in store for me, I am not BACKING OUT.

Live life as they put it. Breathe each breath, I say.

Jumping into the UNDISCOVERED may either cause you success or failure.

But you’ll never know where you’re going to fall unless you give it a shot.