Failure=Maladaptation

I want to explore--Venture away from what I know, what i've known, where I am, and where i've always been. What good can you do when you've been wearing the same pair of shoes for years? What can you possibly learn from repeating a cyclical life over and over again, repeating the same day thousands upon thousands of times? I can't see the red lining here, I can't see the good in being comfortable. Comfort hinders the process of self-discovery, of creating new avenues to explore. The discomfort I feel is just transitional; I fear failure, of capsizing into waters too deep to fathom. Of losing the lifestyle that makes me happy on a daily basis. I'm not alone here, I take comfort in knowing that millions upon millions of people are contemplating the same question

"Do I finally dive off the pier?"

Fear, in this situation, is simply--irrational. Anyone with sound mind fears failure, whether or not they are reluctant to admit it. How can we possibly grow unless we're open to new life in deeper waters?

I'm ready to accept the life that lies ahead of me.

Ready to hit the surface of cool, slippery new beginnings.