Flawed and Fearless

I am realizing that perhaps one of the best things my father gave to me, the bounty of my inheritance, is the notion that one can be both flawed and fearless.  One can be at once, puissant and prostrate, to walk in the world of destiny and volition.  

This dichotomy that each of us must learn to navigate is something that few seem to be able to master.   Perhaps it is because there  is nothing a search engine could offer in response to such a query.  Noting to find in dusty, archaic card catalogs or encyclopedias.  No this is a lesson that must be "caught".  For to articulate the things that are simply to be "known" proves arduous for any man.  For how can one say what one does not know.

Yet great men, seem to be born with such a compass.  Attuned to this pole as a compass to the north.  They simple go. They do, and some of us are fortunate enough to see, to understand, to be attached to this.  For when the tides of life turn, and the clouds roar, it is these times we find that through a silent, inexplicable feet, out compass to has been tuned-DUE NORTH as maps and guides fail, we find ourselves bearing the straits, navigating the tides, undaunted by winding roads, DUE NORTH.

Flawed and Fearless, assured of the stream.  Reassured by faith.  Confirmed by victory.

Thanks Sugar.