Courageous Things
#2055

Since I wrote about the power of unreasonable actions, something has been happening within me. It was as if all of a sudden, there was a voice on a crackling line trying to tell me something I couldn’t fully grasp.
Then yesterday morning, while I was walking in the cold and talking on the phone, a question emerged. So clear that I had to write it down immediately, even if my fingers were freezing.
Am I doing enough courageous things?
Throughout the day, that question worked its way in and carved paths in my head.
More questions emerged.
What makes something courageous? What’s the measure of enough? Enough for whom?
But then I realised I was just trying to avoid answering by adding more noise, more thinking.
The question is very simple.
And I knew the answer since the moment I asked.
I am not.
If I were, that question would just come and go as one of the many thoughts that pass through my brain every day.
So, I’m sharing it here.
If it sticks, maybe you know your answer too.
Strange as it may seem today to say, the aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware. In this state of god-like awareness one sings; in this realm the world exists as poem. No why or wherefore, no direction, no goal, no striving, no evolving. — Henry Miller

