noun: a deep fissure in the earth, rock, or another surface.
Courage comes in small steps. Not leaps. Not bounds, as we are meant to believe but in very tiny steps.
Usually, at the time we are making these small movements, we actually don’t believe we are. It is in these moments of intense tension, pulling us away and pulling us to what fears us that we make these steps.
Whether you believe in yourself or not is not the questions. The question is do you believe in your next step. Do you believe that something firm and secure will be there waiting for you? That is the question we should be asking ourselves.
The superheroes of society are rarely that. They simply have propped themselves up, cheering in their bravery, forgetting that it wasn’t a leap, but a thousand small steps that led them to where they are today, on top of the mountain. And if they were truly honest with themselves they would admit that at a vast majority of those steps there was not a lot of certain. In fact, there probably was no certainty at all.
They may have even been on course to change directions and go down the easier more traveled path until luck gave them another chance.
So, the next time you are in the midst of something difficult, know that all you need to do is trust your next step. Take that one. And you will be able to take another and then another. Until one day you too will be atop your mountain. But unlike the hero’s today, you will remember these steps. These small cracks, separating your life like a chasm of consciousness. And it was in these cracks where you truly began to live.
Not when you succeeded. Not when you got to the top.
No. It was in the fucking cracks.