Madness Comes in All Shapes and Sizes

I went paint-balling this week... LET ME TELL YOU! I was TERRIFIED!

The first round I just hide hoping not to get hit, then as I became a little more confident I began shooting a couple people and moving around a bit more.
Then pretty soon, I was running and planning ways to win and then BAM! I got hit right in my rib cage and it knocked the wind right out of me, I had to surrender and walk back to my base.
Next round, I was still doing everything, just more careful not to allow anyone to sneak up behind me and shoot me, because it really really hurts. By the end of the night I was tired and a little beat, but I walked out with a smile on my face and my head held high.

Life is like this sometimes.. Don't you think?

We are scared to do something, and therefore we hide, or we keep in our comfort zone in fear of the unknown, hoping that no one will find us.
But sooner or later we have to emerge and fight for something. As we do this we begin to warm up to an idea, a person, a place, and strive to be more active in that area or friendship. Sometimes it hurts, and leaves us breathless, but no matter what we learn to over come and fight.
Hopefully at the end of the day, if played correctly, we walk out with our head held high and a smile on our face.

MORAL OF THE STORY:
Don't let too many rounds pass you by before you begin to let yourself go, try new things, and just have fun.

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