Proof of Courage
Perspective First
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
— Oscar Wilde
Most of us aren’t afraid of dying. We’re afraid of living.
Death has become abstract—a number, a headline, a theory for later.
But life? Life demands everything. Now.
The phone rings with test results. Your heart knows before you answer.
That’s not fear of dying. That’s fear of having to live through whatever comes next.
We scroll through others’ lives for hours.
Not because we’re bored. Because watching feels safer than doing.
The person who says “I’ll start Monday” for the hundredth time isn’t lazy.
They’re terrified.
Starting means you could fail. Not starting means you’re still perfect in potential.
Death asks for cowardice. Life asks for courage.
We numb ourselves with busy-ness, substances, drama.
Not to forget death. To forget we’re alive.
To avoid the weight of choosing, feeling, being responsible for our days.
The uncertainty of living terrifies more than the certainty of dying.
Most of us rehearse being dead while alive.
Same route. Same thoughts. Same responses. Same safety.
I think the zombie apocalypse already happened. We just call it comfort.
To be fully alive means letting go your story about who you are.
No wonder we prefer to sleepwalk. No wonder we mistake existing for living.
Until you are ‘somebody’ you will never truly live and taste the nectar of life.
Gratefully,
Perspective First