I need to fail at something.

Every podcast, every sermon, every book condones failing. And if I’m being honest with myself, I really haven’t failed at anything I’ve gone the extra mile for. That’s usually my hype, what keeps me going. Not necessarily a bad thing. Until you realize everything you’ve gone for was already in your reach, that those things in life didn’t stretch you too much. Took a look around and realized, I haven’t moved, And maybe that’s where all of this unsettlement, unfulfillment, underwhelming-ness (?) stems from. I’ve nested in a permanent residence of my comfort zone.