bold beings

i've always admired courageous people. there is a moment in life when one decides not to orchestrate their livelihood out of fear but rather out of the belief that even after failure, success is still an option. it is this quality which makes one courageous - the absence of accepting failure of a final destination. whereas there are many great minds in the history of man and woman kind whom i have come to respect, it is truly those who step out of their comfort i admire; they continue to walk against opposition simply because they feel they are destined to do so. it is at a particular time in the lives of these individuals that they begin to operate intrinsically rather than in the light of others. they are not selfish however self-aware. they aren't afraid of making mistakes and even more importantly they aren't afraid to learn from them. history has shown us that one will not be remembered unless they are bold. and i'll care less if i am remembered, i just want proof. i want proof that the world is round and nothing more. i'll not call the name of a loved one before i drown, i'll make a silent cheers to the universe for choosing me for this life i've been born into.

on that:

fuck. those bold few i speak of do not fear their boss. they aren't afraid to lose sleep over staying out late drinking with an old friend. they tell pretty girls they are pretty. they are man enough to raise children. they lock themselves in terribly inadequate dorm rooms to study the sciences. they travel alone. they fall in love. they dont laugh at racist jokes. they dance even though they look stupid. they sing even though they sound stupid. they create art for life and don't listen to those who tell them otherwise.

absolutely it is a matter of us and them. them, they are jealous and self loathing. them, they regret ignoring their birthrights and their gift of freedom. them, they blame life situations for their own fears. them, they are.. well.. kind of boring..

a life of fear is a life less lived.