What is the meaning of life? It’s an age old question to be sure, but has anyone who asked it ever figured out the answer? I’m starting to believe that life is less about the actual outcomes of the choices you make, but more about the journey you embark on once you decide to make those choices. What if I acted on whims and did the exact thing I wanted to do at the exact time I wanted to do it? Would I be a happier person? The cautious realist in me says no, but the dreamer in me wholeheartedly disagrees. It seems like a simple enough solution, doesn’t it? Follow your dreams. Follow your heart. Find Happiness. It’s a scenario that’s been played out countless times by countless people, all of whom I’m sure would absoultely swear by it. The thing is though, it isn’t that easy. Before you can follow your dreams and follow your heart..you first have to trust your dreams and trust your heart. I, sadly, have not yet found myself able to do either. Why is it so easy to be afraid?