“The absence of courage is a fault that few are willing to confess. We naturally conceal it, and cover it up, and try to keep it secret even from ourselves. We invent favourable names for it, which are only unconscious excuses. We call it prudence, or respectability, or conservatism, or economy, or worldly wisdom, or the instinct of self-preservation. For in truth there is nothing that we are more reluctant to admit than cowardice; and there is no virtue which we would more gladly possess and prove than courage.” – Henry Van Dyke
I’ve been a coward.
Not only have I been a coward, but I have lied to myself about it so many times.
No one wants to admit they are becoming a slug or a worm, so they make excuses and create well-sounding reasons for why they behave as if they do not have a backbone.
I will not be a coward any longer.
I will not make excuses for my cowardly behavior.
There are so many things I want from life, and so many things I don’t want, but in the end I think I will be happy if I can simply say that I did not die a coward. Along that same breath, I believe that acting with courage is the straightest route to all the things I desire from life. While, acting with cowardice is the straightest route to all the things I detest.
Courage leads to; love, adventure, new frontiers and excitement.
Cowardice leads to; fear, anxiety, lethargy and hopelessness.
So again, I will use this platform to state my intention:
I will not be a coward any longer, and I will not make excuses for my cowardly behavior.