MGMT - The Youth
(Yes, this post has a soundtrack.)
Tonight I walked to the supermarket, just me and my calico bags, in the dark, in the rain. And, again, I felt brave.
Bravery is a prized human commodity, and it's easy to see why. In almost every situation, somebody needs to be brave. Sometimes we even need a hero. Sometimes somebody needs to pull the trigger, crash the landing, make the jump, the climb, the step. But most of the time, there's no burning building, no trapped children, no screams for help. Most of the time, we meet bravery with ignorant silence.
Yet we certainly still need as much bravery as we can muster. Somebody needs to drive the ambulance, wear the uniform, take the blow. Somebody needs say the right thing (however unpopular). We're not talking climbing Everest here. At some point, we will all need to be brave. Hell, sometimes to even be alive is bravery enough.
As I walked through the rain, I thought of all of my years of cowardice. But in those dark, wet streets I could have been anywhere: the archipelago of Slussen, the street stalls of Rynek Glówny, places where I have walked on my own through the night with nothing but a passport and sense of adventure. Only, that didn't feel brave at all. And sure, this is home, but everywhere is home to someone. Sometimes even to be home is bravery enough.
You know what? I am starting to change. I'm starting to change, and I don't have any idea what I'm doing. It frightens me. Most of the time I feel like huddling in a corner with my hands over my eyes. But maybe, right now I'm the bravest I've ever been.
Bravery is a prized human commodity, and it's easy to see why. In almost every situation, somebody needs to be brave. Sometimes we even need a hero. Sometimes somebody needs to pull the trigger, crash the landing, make the jump, the climb, the step. But most of the time, there's no burning building, no trapped children, no screams for help. Most of the time, we meet bravery with ignorant silence.
Yet we certainly still need as much bravery as we can muster. Somebody needs to drive the ambulance, wear the uniform, take the blow. Somebody needs say the right thing (however unpopular). We're not talking climbing Everest here. At some point, we will all need to be brave. Hell, sometimes to even be alive is bravery enough.
As I walked through the rain, I thought of all of my years of cowardice. But in those dark, wet streets I could have been anywhere: the archipelago of Slussen, the street stalls of Rynek Glówny, places where I have walked on my own through the night with nothing but a passport and sense of adventure. Only, that didn't feel brave at all. And sure, this is home, but everywhere is home to someone. Sometimes even to be home is bravery enough.
You know what? I am starting to change. I'm starting to change, and I don't have any idea what I'm doing. It frightens me. Most of the time I feel like huddling in a corner with my hands over my eyes. But maybe, right now I'm the bravest I've ever been.
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