dare

"And often the result of daring greatly isn't a victory march as much as it is a quiet sense of freedom mixed with a little battle fatigue."

quiet sense of freedom mixed with a little battle fatigue.

when i fought hard and battled it out in the arena, when i dared greatly, i wanted my end of the tunnel to be grand. me, on my high pegasus, galloping through the green grass and soaring into the sun. i wanted people cheering for my growth. i wanted victory as literally as it can be.

but no, it doesn't feel like it right now. it just feels so quiet and faint. everything else dies out but me who is left wondering: where's my prize, my confetti? at the very least, have i really changed?

yes i'm very ashamed to say that i expected all of those materialistic and very worldly rewards.

and for a long while, i took the time to feel a little remorseful. i felt like it had all been in vain, my effort had all gone to waste. i couldn't even really make sure if i had changed or not. i still struggled every now and then. i felt like crying still.

but now i know that oftentimes it's not grand at all. the end of the tunnel is just that. if anything, it's a little bit more sunlight, a little bit more freedom, that you enjoy humbly while sweat is dripping on your forehead.

dust yourself off, rest for a while, because you need all of you to go and venture out even further!