There are so many fragments of ourselves for reasons only we know that we deny. Fragments that we shove to the back of our consciousness. We appear to fear the very life behind them. Their viability is ignored, shoved into an oblivious state of being, yet denied. On the surface we display an okayness with our interferences. Our essence that lies beneath is held hostage by none other than ourselves. Secretly we curse that part of us that blocks our blessing. The cowardly cowering side.
We allow ourselves to take refuse in a somber state, listening to a voice inside us that puts the brakes on inventions, start ups, and our fixes to broken systems. We tell us ourselves quite convincingly that someone else can do it better, faster and with greater success. So we sit frozen swearing a silent swear to that soldier within. On rare occasions our soldier will fight back. During flighting moments of desperation, he will stir intrigue and compulsion inside us. At these times we may even do a bit of research or reveal in tiny bits and pieces to others our "what if" plan for our future. Then almost as quickly as our vision spills out, we retreat. STOP dreaming we scorn!
We become our own worst enemy. It is not the fault of others on the battlefield that our victory has eluded us. Not at all. It is the fault of the soldier within. That part that refuses to believe in his or her strength, trust his or her armor, and rely on his or her keen familiarity of the landscape just ahead. Instead, this soldier is willing to accept defeat before setting just one foot on the battle field.
Our soldier is unwilling to take on his crippling self and risks being completely okay with winning or losing in the fight of "it." Whatever it happens to be.
So as consequence he lives never really meeting what awaits.