Reach and Fly

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You’re not lazy. You’re stuck.

This is the wilderness of almost.

Of spinning wheels on smooth ice.

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Here dwell the doers who don’t begin, the thinkers who never act.

They carry calendars full of intentions and inboxes of regrets.

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They label it ADHD or burnout. Though honestly, when they were young, they were likely told quietly, yet too often, striving was dangerous.

To want is to risk, and to risk is to fail.

So they loop...

Loop and loop again.

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Souls like this were arrested in their springtime, usually between the ages 3 to 6. Taught to freeze their reach.

Now they overwork or under-function, anything but start.

They scroll. They snack. They sabotage. Because what if they actually succeeded? 

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They ask: "Is it okay to want something more?"
 

They ache: not for direction, but permission.