It’s easy to stop climbing, to stop running, to stop soaring. But it doesn’t start in the body. It starts with the head and the heart. The heart endures one too many breaks, one too many healed scars, and it just can’t dream the way it once did. And the brain follows suit. It’s always been better about being the grownup of the two, dragging the heart down the road toward the responsible thing. And when the heart stops hoping, it’s hard to get it back in gear.
So complacency creeps up on us and exciting things just become frightening.