Another Kind of Courage
I don’t think any of us are strangers to disappointment.
I don’t think any of us are strangers to disappointment.
You have forgotten. You forgot your laugh. It’s not about how it sounds, but how it makes you feel. You see, you only laugh when you are happy.
Here’s to the ones who wanted to do something outrageous and audacious with their lives and instead opted for stability.
We are uncomfortable with the idea that we could be anything other than the protagonist.
There is love here, in the way some cracks are nestled into the pavement and filled with short weeds.
They’ll be over soon, you’re sure. Then you’ll finally have time for fun things.
You made me popcorn when I concussed myself falling off the bannisters and you never asked me for anything back because you gave me everything unconditionally.
Friends can talk about things that make them happy. We talked about things that gave us joy. We talked about things that made us grieve.
There are millions upon millions of reasons why you should not be here, why you should fail in your daily functions. And yet, despite all the odds, we beat them every day and we survive and perhaps even excel.
Living life on the edge doesn’t always mean big trips filled with metaphorical meaning. Sometimes it’s just sitting next to a stranger and asking them how they are instead of pulling out your cell phone to avoid conversation.