When was the last time you marched into the dark with only the soft glow of an idea you strongly believed in?
I found this question on a list with forty-nine other “mind-freeing” questions. There were the standard ones like: If you won $1,000,000.00, would you quit your job? What’s your greatest fear? Who do you admire, and why?
You know, it’s all fodder for reflection, disclosure, and fantasy.
What I like about the (italicized) question above is both the imagery and the lean toward bravery. Because that’s what this question is really getting to without using the word. At least, that’s how I read it.
“The dark” is the place where you cannot see what is safe; “the march” is the getting there with self-confidence; the “soft glow” is the truth we carry in us all.
While everyone’s own “truth” is unique — we are people after all — marching around with our own burning inside can only further illustrate our individuality in the face of everyone else’s “dark.”
Sometimes it is hard to see that “soft glow” within ourselves; other times it burns so brightly that the “march” is proud, maybe even accompanied by a Sousa tune.
I had the opportunity to march my soft glow into darkness the other day. While I am not convinced that the person who was exposed to that flame was convinced of my “truth,” I do think he was inclined, even for moment to warm himself by the fire which he has yet to kindle in his own heart.
And that’s the best we can do when “being brave.”
And that’s usually much more than those who reside in darkness care to see.