a little thing called courage + a big, long list
can you imagine what life would be like if we had every ounce of courage possibly afforded to us?
it's amazing what would change, for starters:
-- you could see injustice and call it injustice without worrying who has been offended
-- you could take big risks since the thought of failure would be several blocks away
-- you could accomplish what you never would have conceived possible
-- you could buy foie gras in a restaurant and savor it bite by bite
-- you could buy a fur coat at neiman marcus and not be scared of the "neiman carcass" people lingering outside waiting to jump your bones
-- you could love people openly and genuinely without thought of repercussion
-- you could talk to the cute guy who seems kind of brooding, though perhaps it's that he is dehydrated and unmoisturized. hmm.
-- you could take big strides instead of putting off life goals by taking baby steps
-- you could wear fishnet hose and a killer fuchsia dress and not think people might think you're a hooker
-- you could not like people and not feel bad since loving people and liking them are different
-- i could drive my car and not tighten up every time i hear a noise
-- i could dream of beaches and twirling and laughter and not think it naive or outlandish that it could be that easy
-- i could not be scared of what may lay ahead if i exchanged an old haggard identity for a new one
-- i could allow myself moments of sentimentality without getting disgusted by it
-- i could move overseas without the lingering thought that had i just stayed a while longer, i might have a.) met him b.) cashed out
-- i could laugh in the face of danger
-- i could see you and not project onto you how i think you should be
-- i could settle down and not be so stinking restless. (even typing that brings a shudder).
is there anything that comes to mind for you, dear reader, that you think might change, if you had within you, all the courage in the world?
it's amazing what would change, for starters:
-- you could see injustice and call it injustice without worrying who has been offended
-- you could take big risks since the thought of failure would be several blocks away
-- you could accomplish what you never would have conceived possible
-- you could buy foie gras in a restaurant and savor it bite by bite
-- you could buy a fur coat at neiman marcus and not be scared of the "neiman carcass" people lingering outside waiting to jump your bones
-- you could love people openly and genuinely without thought of repercussion
-- you could talk to the cute guy who seems kind of brooding, though perhaps it's that he is dehydrated and unmoisturized. hmm.
-- you could take big strides instead of putting off life goals by taking baby steps
-- you could wear fishnet hose and a killer fuchsia dress and not think people might think you're a hooker
-- you could not like people and not feel bad since loving people and liking them are different
-- i could drive my car and not tighten up every time i hear a noise
-- i could dream of beaches and twirling and laughter and not think it naive or outlandish that it could be that easy
-- i could not be scared of what may lay ahead if i exchanged an old haggard identity for a new one
-- i could allow myself moments of sentimentality without getting disgusted by it
-- i could move overseas without the lingering thought that had i just stayed a while longer, i might have a.) met him b.) cashed out
-- i could laugh in the face of danger
-- i could see you and not project onto you how i think you should be
-- i could settle down and not be so stinking restless. (even typing that brings a shudder).
is there anything that comes to mind for you, dear reader, that you think might change, if you had within you, all the courage in the world?
1 Comments:
If I had all the courage in the world I would:
-Tell the people I hold dear more often that I love them
-Leave everything behind, move to Europe and live "la vie boheme"
-Go bungee jumping
-Completely, absolutely, place every last inch of my confidence in God...instead of the measly "O ye of little faith" amount that I feel like I do . . .
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