I still haven't figured it out.

Doing something because you know you need to do it.

Knowing it might fail.

Not caring. Doing it anyway.

Doing something because you want to.

That's the scariest one of all.

Saying what you need to say, ridiculous amounts of scary.

Living. Just coming alive... choosing to jump. Fly. Be.

Scary as hell.


It's not something I feel.

It's something I do.

And then I feel it.

And that makes me do it more.

Brave is a practice.

And it feels so damn good.