How I Live My Best Life by Embracing My Biggest Fear
I’m not scared of taking risks, I’m terrified of a life of regret.
I am terrified of regret.
I always have been, although that’s a strange preoccupation for a young child and I have no idea when it started. I do think, however, that the idea of regret came from having adventurous parents whose lives were never bound by the rules they were born into.
They both came from different countries and followed their dreams and ambitions to have their lives coincide in London during the late 70’s. Both coming to parenthood later than most, they arrived with lifetimes of stories and adventures already lived, experience that simply by knowing them I think I absorbed.
Their greatest message…
there was literally nothing I couldn’t do if I wanted it enough. The world was open to me and everything in it was accessible if I would only leap for it and work hard to hold on.
This attitude blended with an intense feeling nipping at my heels that somehow I never have enough time to feel as scared about having regrets and most people do about taking risks. The idea of losing now never seems to be an insurmountable problem, whereas the idea of lying on my deathbed reviewing my life and having a long list of ‘I wish I had…’ and ‘why didn’t I just…’ That…
