As I mentioned in a previous post, I have been a coward the majority of my life. I never gave it my all. I always let the other guy step up. I hesitate to say that I could have done a better job than him, though. I never had much confidence. I could blame it on my upbringing but recently I have been reticent to play that card.
I don’t want to blame anyone anymore for how I behave. It is about time that I take responsibility for how I react to life’s ups and downs.
A coward is one who blames others for his mistakes. A coward sits on the sidelines leaving others to do the hard work. A coward doesn’t put in the effort or hard work, because of the off chance that it will not work out for him. A coward never really gives it his best…
A coward dies a thousand deaths, compared to someone with courage. I could say that I feel bad for a coward, but I really don’t. I can empathize and if asked, I would gladly offer hope and encouragement, but the path to courage is up to the individual himself.
So, here I am early 40’s and just acknowledging the depths of my cowardice. It is frightening and exhilarating to face this deep personal defect. I know I have the strength to persevere to permanently remove cowardice from my person, but there is always that nagging feeling that I might not be strong enough.
Well, I know I am strong enough to conquer this. I have been on a path of self development for the past three years now. I have conquered many demons, and I will conquer this one like all the rest.