Living each day much muchier
Courage is like love, it must have hope for nourishment.
I do not crave security. I wish to hazard my soul to opportunity.
When a bad thing happens, it takes courage to face it.
When a good thing happens, it takes courage to sieze and live it.
But … what about when nothing much at all happens?
The first two are easy. Challenge me and I’ll rise to meet it. Tempt me and I’ll be adventurous and brave.
I realised last night that the hardest thing of all is to live through times of nothing much.
Give me something to fight for, some way to find, some idea to express and I will be your champion… but when faced with the in-between stillness … where is my fortitude then?
Late, sleepless hours in an empty house peering at the starless, city sky… it’s so awfully quiet.
A few crappy days in a row without arms of comfort at the end of them leaves an inner, restless disquiet unattended.
I’m good at appreciating an extraordinary life. This whole blog is about appreciating life!
… but sometimes, just sometimes, I am struck by the sheer ordinariness of things.
I realised, last night, that patience through nothing takes the most courage of all.