On friendship.

Friday, July 29, 2011

I don't feel brave.
Let's be real here. Starting over is so much scarier than starting the first time. If you have to start something over, it generally means that your first go round failed. Or that your first 12 go rounds failed.

So why try again something so inevitably prone to failure?

Because if you can get it right, it's really, really beautiful. Even if you don't get it right there are these really beautiful in-betweens that take your breath away and make you think you once looked into God's eyes.

I've done that before. I've looked into a friends eyes and known I was looking through into God's face. It's stunning and unforgettable. I've been loved before in a way that I would insist was impossible except for I loved back the same way and so it couldn't be impossible.

So I start again. Failure prone and scarred. I start again.
But I sure as heck don't feel brave.