Bravery means being scared to do something and finding the courage to go ahead and do it anyway. When I'm at my bravest, I'm usually doing extremely ordinary things: trying a new food, talking back to someone, riding a bike next to speeding traffic. It's likely that my heart is palpating, or that sweat is rolling down my back, or that tears are streaming down my face.
Restlessness is one of those feelings I have a hard time with; it washes over me quite a bit and I find myself often thinking of ways to settle my mind & breath a little easier. I've been working tons lately - and I need to be more conscious of spending time on myself.
Traveling opens up our eyes and wakes us up. Travel helps us to learn about different cultures, traditions, religions, customs, and ideas. It teaches us to cooperate and compromise with others and with ourselves.
I got a phone call from my brother the other day. Slightly surprised, I hurriedly slid my finger across the slick phone's screen, signaling for it to answer. He sounded so happy, so clear, so fresh and awake and alive. I love my brother - to pieces - but this is seldom his personality.