Picture yourself on your death bed, it doesn't matter how old. You are breathing shallow and your your eyes are already half closed. You can be surrounded by people you love, hate or are strangers. You could be completely alone. But the same thoughts will be running though your head.
You almost tried.
You were almost brave enough.
You almost asked them out, almost kissed them, almost fell in love.
You almost had them.
You almost went for it.
When you live an almost life, you spend a lifetime full of what ifs, maybes, and if only's. You stand on the side line and watch as everything flashes by and you think, I am almost completely happy.
So take the leap, step over the edge and leave the almost behind, because it will not always work out (I can promise you that), but if your last thoughts are of wondering about the past, can you really say you even lived at all?