I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.

I read an article the other day that listed the top regrets of people who were dying. This was number 1 on that list.

The article went on to point out that we often travel our lives based on what others want or believe. Degrees, jobs, families. We don’t pursue our dreams because we were told it would be foolish, improper…selfish.

What would it look like if you lived a life that was true to yourself and no one else? Where would you live, what would make you joyous…what excites you in that life? Who do you spend time with?

What would you do if you weren’t afraid of what others would think?

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