The things we dare to do are magnificent as simple and as noble as opening our hands
risking blistered feet and the very possibility of being hurled to the cold floor of our own cynicism but there where hurt and the outline of despair arise the sun still seems to make its trajectory across the sky
and although nothing seems in place, the things we dare to do quietly are in awe of us as we gather all our hanging parts, and lift our heads
I wrote this thinking about the moments of crisis internally and externally that being faced and how perhaps that greatest βvictoryβ or the most beautiful awe inspiring things we can do are the simple everyday things that represent our growing willingness to persevere and reach for life to not give into hate.