What if changing your life, and discovering who you truly are, is as simple as getting on a plane?
If you knew only three steps separated you from finding your true love or your true calling, would you risk taking the first step?
I think we have this misconception that we have all the time in the world to accomplish everything we dream of without realizing that sometimes life can be cut short. We put things off because they don't necessarily standout as a priority. I realize that I am not guaranteed old age. What happens if I don't see my forties, my fifties, or my sixties? Will I be satisfied with the life I've lived?