Courage

One man scorned and covered with scars still strove with his last ounce of courage to reach the unreachable stars; and the world was better for this.

Don Quixote, de la Mancha 1605-1615

Courage. Everybody’s got one of those. And yet, everybody lack them at the most crucial of times. After the opportune moment had passed, next comes wishful thinking. I wish I had the courage to do such and such. Too bad, too late.

Everything’s happen for the best, so we console ourselves. If I had done it the outcome might have been very different, we told ourselves. It could’ve been worse, we justify. We would never admit that we are too chicken to do what we’re supposed to do. Oh, deep down we knew exactly what the reason were, but I suspect that particular reason will probably never see the light of day. And we get angry should anybody ever guessed the real reason.

Sometimes we should just take the bull by the horns and damn the consequences.