Indulgence

I’m not sure why I try and convince myself that things won’t work out.
Is it to spare myself the pain
The embarrassment
The acceptance
Of things not going how I want?

It’s like we crave some semblance of control
So much so that we choose to fail on our own terms by choosing not to try in the first place.
So we keep things as they are, whether we like them or not, because it’s safe
It’s familiar
It’s “normal”
But in reality, it’s the greatest failure of them all.

We fail ourselves more by not trying
Than we ever would by not succeeding