We are not always brave.
And we are not meant to, it's not what we are programmed for.
There are times in which we just need a hug, we need someone to hold us tight. We are meant to do that, we are meant to create bonds, to wrap our arms around someone else's body and slowly feeeling the way it warms your heart. The way your arms no longer want to be apart from that other soul. The way you feel connected.
And that's the pretty part. The one where we meet someone, the part where we have someone.
We are not taught how to face it. The adulthood, how to embrace our flaws, how to face our fears and stand up to them. We are told to pick a career, to pick one thing we like, to decide what we will do here, with our time on Earth, why are we expected to limit ourselves like that? We are not creatures to be limited, we are creatures to learn, to explore, to travel, to visit, to discover. To love.
But these are brave things. And we are not always brave, we are not meant to, it's not what we are programmed to.
And it's bullshit. And it shouldn't go like that. We should be taught to reach our fullest potential, in ourselves. To dance, to draw, to sing, to act, to get wet in the rain, to connect with nature. To feel, to love.
We should be taught to love ourselves, to find what makes us feel alive, no matter what it is, not to find cover in someone else, for that comes later.
We are not always brave. We are not meant to, but perhaps it is what we are programmed to, to take risks, to take chances, to live the way we want, to study art like we knew deep down we wanted to, to jump from a parachute, to take a backpack and travel the world, to kiss on the rain, to fall in love. To feel alive.
Perhaps we are always brave, we are just not used to admitting it.
