Why would anyone want to be courageous when it’s so much easier to just give up?
To run away. To disappear.
To look in the mirror. To look at life.
To frown. To turn away.
People are mean sometimes. And the world could be a real tough place. But perhaps, the meanest of all critiques and the harshest of all accusers lie within ourselves.
I heard that failure is a bruise, and not a tattoo. And it won’t stay on you for long… unless you beat yourself over and over again.
And isn’t this true?