Today I strummed chords I seldom play
and sang notes I seldom sing.
My fingers strained to strike the frets
My voice trembled at the top of my register.
After I was done, I felt strangely alive
and wondered why I so often hold back
from these places,
these wonderful places,
where my blood races
and my spirit soars.
A pox upon the demon of the commonplace,
holding its infamous net of security
and three cheers to the angel of uncertainty,
who calls us “to come and die and find that I
may truly live.”
I’m always amazed by risk takers.
Some who know what they are getting into, others just dive in blind.
Of course, it’s good to be safe, but breaking down borders,
exceeding expectations, pushing the envelope beyond where the safety net lies.
These are the dreamers, these are the inspirers
these are the scouts, the trailblazers, and the visionaries
I am so grateful for all of them,
for because of them I see through the hedges,
to a bright view of tomorrow.
How lovely it is!
What do you want to do in life?
What do you dream of?
Are you willing to do what it takes to make it happen?
Are you willing to set it aside, if something greater calls?
You inspired me
to snowboard, to play guitar
to take risks, and to take a bite
out of life (literally).
You inspire me still.