The world is an awful place, full of awful people and awful events. It mocks, debases, tarnishes the best of us. But then, spring comes, a new day brightens, and that sprig of hope appears. Faith that life isn't too bad, the flowers bloom, gorgeous, full, plentiful. Inevitably, the world darkens, the clouds let loose their fury, and life becomes oh so much more painful. Without relief. Without breaks. Without aid. And you sit and squirm and panic and lay in the mire of your frustrations. The beating that comes from life, those hidden insecurities, the backhanded compliments, the sarcastic cuts, have left a residue. Marring everything you see, hear, feel, touch.
In the morning your alarm rings. This awful monotonous noise that echoes throughout brushing your teeth and hair. Life is full of choices. From the second you become aware of that obnoxious buzz, you make the choice to snooze or wake up. Courage comes from even the tiniest of choices. It takes courage to face the day. It takes courage to throw out a trusty curling iron for the shiny, slightly pretentious one you bought on a whim the day before. Courage isn't just facing the dragon or talking to your ex, it happens to be so much more.
Courage isn't perfect. It provides entertainment for your enemies and fodder for the local gossip squad. We fail. And its absolutely awful. Failing is one of the worst things for a human being to face. Failure is the worst F word I've ever come in contact with. But courage drags us through, shoves us into situations, and never lets us forget to take pride in our decisions. Courage to stand up for yourself, the ones you love, and what you believe in happens to be one of the major gifts we receive in life, so treasure the marks.
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