CoWarDice

I hate cowards. I hate to see cowardice absorb the mind and body of someone capable of accomplishment, far less excellence. What a waste, what a bitter disappointment; a receptacle for genius, a conduit for the ineffable excellence choosing to channel frailty instead.

They remind me of the worst part of myself.

The part of myself I want to move past. Sometimes I think I completely have, then I see a coward again. Lying to me, to themselves, about why they’re not achieving. I hear my words in their voice. I hear my pseudopragmatism tucked delicately in their mouths. I’m disgusted. Because I cannot judge them. To change them, I must change.

To make them believe, I must become. But how do you overcome fear that sounds like reason? You remember that all progress relies on the unreasonable. The unreasonable see opportunity where we see obstacle. They see steps where I see barricades. They see.

Read , then re-read. I’m sure you’ll find something here for you. Something here *of* you. You’re a gem, thanks for being here.