Escape fine.

I knew for along time that my life was just fine. I knew at some point I would have to decide wether or not I was ok with that. Choosing fine was not something I could stomach. I wanted great. I wanted everything. I wanted dreams bigger than retirement. I didn’t want to give up because I didn’t make it the first time I tried. I wanted to do things even though I knew those things would be different than what I had originally planned. I couldn’t give up on me. I couldn’t give up on the life of greatness I had planned just because I fell the first time I tried flying. I had settled for fine every step since that moment and I couldn’t settle anymore. Why did I give up on her? Why did I not believe she was strong enough for more? Why did I dream so small? Why is retirement what we spend our lives living for? Why was greatness preached as unatainable from someone like me? Why do we all settle for fine? Fine will never be fine for me. I am actively planning my escape from a life that was fine.

Who is with me?