Why do we wait to ask the tough questions until someone is on their deathbed, until it’s the last time we’ll see someone, or before we go our separate ways?
Why do we procrastinate until the final moment to ask someone the meaningful questions or tell them how we really feel?
Our hesitation to risk tasting the bitterness of life can stem from a multitude of reasons. Is it a touch of stoicism in all of us? Are we too scared of the answer? Can we handle the truth?
Would we rather live in a blissful ignorance than cope with the brutal honesty of life?
Would we actually do anything different?
This has been on my mind recently and it would be interesting to hear your thoughts. I’m an advocate for always saying what’s on your mind. Even if that means I come across as unpolished at times.
Life is too short to withhold how we feel. Isn’t it?