Will and Cowardice

Why do we quit trying when we realize we are capable of failure? Why do we settle for exhausting ourselves at menial jobs that are organized and scheduled out for us, so that all we have to do is get up and go? We mindlessly do what we are trained to do, we pay our never-ending bills and taxes and are starved for creative stimulation. And just so we do not have to think about how we are rotting in our bodies, we numb ourselves with boob-tube and web surfing; prescription medication and alcohol. How did we get so lazy as to dismiss our dreaming as foolish fantasy? An old forgotten saying haunts me. "Where there is a will, there is a way." If this is true, what happened to will? Are we not willing to risk failure? The cowardice is shocking. MY cowardice is shocking.