At what point do you give up all of your material possessions for a chance at something greater? I often ask myself that question, and yet I still have no answer. I should, but I don’t.

The truth is that I’m afraid of life getting worse than it already is. You know, the whole “rather the devil you know than the devil you don’t” attitude. I’ve never had much luck with gambling, outside of a close encounter with the Pink Panther progressive three years ago. Of course, you can walk away from a night of losing $400 at the poker table. The stakes are much higher when you’re putting your life savings on the line for the sake of chasing the creative dream.

But as I’ve hinted at before, I wonder what my breaking point is with working a corporate job. When do I wake up in the morning in a panic? When will all of the regret really hit home? Don’t get me wrong, I take pride in all of the work I’ve done for the companies that employed me, but has any of it been that fulfilling? No. All it did was pay my bills.

I like to believe that I am just on a delayed timeline of realization, that I, much like the classic line from the 1970′s intro of “Buck Rogers in the 25th Century”, am caught in an orbit one thousand times more vast. But while that’s nice and clever for the blog, the reality is that it’s just another excuse… and you know the smell of those things.

I’m getting closer and closer each day to putting it all on the line.