Aside: You Are Your Worst Backseat Driver

You Are Your Worst Backseat Driver

You may define success as receiving something in the future

In my book, that really means you believe you lack something in the present

Faking it until you make it is just a self-fulfilling prophecy toward endless insecurity

You eat until full. You sleep until rested. It’s okay to believe your life has already met expectations

You’re so foolish to stockpile memories, experiences, and anticipations like canned food

What’s so scary about letting it all go?

Sure, Vienna waits for you

But if your eye is always on the horizon

How would you ever know when you arrive?