I’d rather look like a fool on a big stage, than look like a king on a small one.
I’d rather come up short, than to know I had more to give and was too scared.
I’d rather be knocked down, embarrassed, talked about, forced to regroup, sore, disappointed and despondent than to have the restless legs of those who can’t make themselves do hard things.
I’d rather be a one hit wonder than a no hit anything.
I’d rather risk and lose over and over again, gambling with the happy chemicals in my brain for one shot at something bigger than myself, than to recede into middle and old age with no balls no strikes. No at bats.
I’d rather be a known failure than a secret and self appointed wise man.
I’d rather make every attempt to actualize what my heart tells me I’m capable of than to act like I don’t hear that voice.
I’d rather break apart into a thousand pieces than hold together out of fear.
Hesitation towards a goal is sin and a form of pride. I’d rather be imperfect than stuck.