Sometimes the white flag isn't meant to be waved. We've been raised on the condition that apology follows mistake. Not me, no. Not us.

And as the universe is unfolding just as it should, I let myself wander down whatever path I find myself on. The right way isn't the only way. Leave room for mistakes. Color outside the lines. Take the long way home. I think we all put up with things in our lives that we don't have to because we're afraid of speaking up, of saying what we feel. May the bridges we burn light the way.

Courage is packing up in an old beater and driving west, no intention of ever going home. Courage is taking that white flag and drenching it with kerosine. You were a child scared of the burn. And I had always been a fire.

There will be someone who was born with love of the waves within their blood, and they will look at you with fear and respect. Let your heart hang open like a soup kitchen. I want to kiss you one day and taste no caution - but let's not talk about that. Fear is a monster upon my shoulders that is only abandoned when I acknowledge it and say, "I choose courage instead." Sometimes you find that the monsters were just trees all along.

Let it ignite your bones.


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