We all have one. Some of us more so, but everyone has one. An itch. One something that invades our dreams, hijacks our focus as we trudge through the day, or shows up as a constant annoying reminder. We all have something that calls. It could be a score of music, a Texas sized raft of garbage in the ocean, a business that is begging to be created or a lifestyle that provides education to children. It could be a cure for disease, salve for pain, or recipe that nourishes body and soul. We all have an itch, a crack in our view of the world that gives us a constant glimpse of a possibility not yet manifest. We all have something in this world that is our unique gift and path. We all have a sword that can be pulled from a stone; the one that belongs to us.
I suspect it is never given whole and complete. Life provides us with a jigsaw puzzle of inspiration and discontent. It is up to us to piece together that which not yet is, but could be. Could be, if we scratch our itch. Follow the glimpse of our calling. The pied piper dog whistle tune that only we can hear that inspires us to inhabit what others mistake as fantasy. To fall and fail; to relentlessly rise up and continue to hone that desire and calling that is ours, and ours alone.
Courage is not an overwhelming momentary flash of selflessness; courage is the willingness to continue to follow the path in the direction that is uniquely ours. Sail out beyond the map of the world that others have drawn and we believed. There indeed are dragons, and much more as well.
