Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond.
~ Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls
We all know what living is, but do we know how to live out that image?
What is holding us back? Is it the fear of failure, what other people may think if we do “our own thing” for a while, or maybe the lack of a plan or vision for ourselves.
We are all guilty sometimes of slacking off, (and sometimes we do need to relax and recharge) but don’t forget to get back up and back to work, back to making the best version of you a reality.
You know where you want to go, you know who you admire and aspire to be like. So get out there and start formulating a plan, making that step forward and go make your mark.