True living takes courage. Real, hard courage. I'm learning that now, more than ever. For me, talking to strangers takes a lot of courage, and so does taking pictures in a busy park.
Discipline takes courage. Am I courageous enough to tell myself "no?" Do I have faith in my own integrity?
Honesty takes courage, and so does recognizing truth. I am 27. I am scared and unsure, confident at times, and relentless. I am a spectrum. My space is as wide as the bridge between fear and recklessness.
I made a commitment to myself a long time ago. Fear may be my enemy, but determination is my lifetime friend. Perhaps that's been my courage all along.
I like that: my courage.
Where does your courage lie? Mine rests in many passions, singing, writing, creating, but at their core is the will to never let them go. I am determined to keep them with me, and that determination gives me courage to live with conviction. There is always a pressing in my stomach, a reminder to continue, to build and create, and walk on a road with no visible destination. When fear attacks, perhaps this is my sword.
Cardigan - Thrifted
Shirt - Brooklyn Exchange
Pants - H&M
Socks - Uniqlo
Shoes - Urban Jungle
My courage comes from my family and friends, it is they who give me that little push, and it is telling them what I have done that makes my experiences real.
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