posted on Nov, 2 2009 @ 12:29 AM
In your life, you had always been called a wimp. You are afraid of pretty much everything that can cause discomfort to your mind or body: heights,
cold, hot, needles, bullies, ghosts... You cower in front of a menacing aggressive big guy threatening you, you are overweight and afraid of running
a marathon because you are afraid you will pass out, you dare not go to a bad neighborhood because you are afraid you will get killed, you are afraid
to stand up to a stranger who is being beaten by group of thugs. You are fearful of violence and pretty much every bad things that occur around you.
You think you are a coward, and you are right.
But you do love. Everybody does. Let it be a girl or a woman, a child, an old person in his/her wheel chair, an animal, your house, or your
neighborhood, or even a country. There is something that you love, and for that something you are willing to stare at fear in the eyes, to stand
solidly on your ground under the over-looming shadow that would have caused you and many others to flee. Your heart will be throbbing like thunder in
fright, but you will charge at it head on even though in your mind you know you will get hurt or even killed, because you no longer see the pain and
blood and tears that you are to experience once this is over, all you see will be the joy, the smile, or the peace of something or someone you are
trying to protect and preserve. That, my friend, is true courage. The same thing that can drive a puny, pacifist monk to fight a tiger bare handed, or
a soldier into the deep jungles of a foreign country where every turn can be a deadly trap, or a man who sacrificed his youth to raise his children
(my old man).
And as I am, I know that most of you are too, courageous.
Thanks for reading.