I’ve been thinking about courage,
and how much it takes for us to do those big things I talked about in this post.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but
I manage to find my courage because I know that no matter how many times I
fail, there are certain people in my life who will be there anyway.
Those people have kept me going when
I wanted to quit, and held my hand to prevent me from falling into the dark,
black pit of doom. People who love me, and who I love. And that love—that’s the
thing that gives me the freedom to search for more, push boundaries, travel new
roads, and do other hard things.
That clichéd phrase about love
setting you free? Not such a cliché, actually. Because in love, there’s a
degree of freedom that you can’t get from anywhere else. Or, well, this is
truth for me.
What about you? What sets you free?
