“…I’ve worked through my fear of feeling foolish. Doesn’t it take a certain degree of foolishness to open up to anyone: to leave ourselves exposed to all kinds of risks and hurts? But doesn’t the same foolishness also open ourselves to all kinds of good that might come too? Before, I guarded myself in protection of the first. Now, I’d rather be vulnerable in a hope for the second. Nothing’s changed in the truth of either point, just which has superseded as primary in my mind.
I believe life will only get better, even with rough stretches on the way, but I live with an optimism I didn’t have before. I know I’m good, and I know I will make good from whatever life gives. I’m not worried about what I don’t have, what I won’t experience, or come to ever know. I’m happy with what I have, at peace with what may or may not come, and it goes back to an attitude.
That’s what I’m trying to be. That’s what I feel I am becoming, not in a stuck up, prideful way—just living and expressing who I truly am, faking fewer fronts, building fewer walls, just being open and true in my expressions—even if it makes me a fool.
Doesn’t it sometimes take a fool to show the faults of common sense?”