I know nothing of heroism, bravery, or courage. I simply try to do what’s called for or needed. To do that, I must recognize that need. And the need is always present; it arises anew each and every moment. So I, too, must be present. And I can’t be present if I’m chasing half-truths and recycled thoughts, or laboring in defense of my own self-made legend. I might rescue someone from a burning building, or write a well-timed letter to a friend — it amounts to the same thing. One act is not more heroic than the other. Each can save a life, including my own.
June 13, 2021
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Bravery, Courage, Diaries, Ego, Heroism, Journals, Thoughts
William Michaelian 