Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Aspiring to bravery.

October 8, 2018

 

I was going to begin by saying I talk a good game. But you know, I don't think that's true. I think it used to be true. I think I used to feign bravery with some facility, but I can't even claim that these days. I've come, instead, to the very disturbing conclusion that I am not brave. I am, in fact, rather petrified most of the time and will do what I can to keep myself even, to keep my days maintainable. 

 

Perhaps it's a phase. Without doubt it will, like everything else, pass. But when? And at what price?

 

And what will I have missed in the meantime? 

 

 

 

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