Ok, so maybe brave has always been beautiful. But now, more than ever, we are expected to do and be more – with a shrinking tribe of support. We’re holding up a tremendous amount, while being constantly tugged in different directions. And without brave, we end up bouncing around like a pingpong ball, without getting any closer to the truth and beauty and power of who we are.
We need brave. We need it so that our worlds continue to expand, rather than shrink. We need it so that we can be true to who we are and what we want and resist the temptations and urges and tugs to betray that in search of something better.
Because better is only an illusion. We believe that if we could fix some part of our being or contort ourselves into a new pose, we’d be more lovable. And then maybe we’d even be unstoppable.
But we are already perfectly lovable. And the only thing standing in our way of being unstoppable is fear.
So we need to grow our brave bigger than our fear.
And that means we no longer wait until we aren’t afraid, or have it figured out, or know – with certainty – which path to take. Because we will never know for sure until we live our way through it – until we get out there.
And yes, sometimes we will make mistakes and embarrass ourselves and fail. When we do, we need to lift ourselves up with compassion and tenderness – and greet the brave warrior within who has risen thousands of times before.
And will rise a million more times, becoming stronger and braver and wiser with each one.
And one day, we will find that we no longer need to seek validation outside of ourselves. Because a seed of self-trust – of love – has taken root.
And we finally unfurl. So that the whole world can see our beautiful.