For above all things...
The Coward is the one who follows the words of the Mind
over the beats of the Heart.
And it is with thousands of letters,
slave to fear,
that the Mind comes to sweeten your ear and justify you.
It justifies you with logic,
with intellect,
with all those beautiful paths life can offer.
And there is only one problem:
It never justifies your path.
And your path—
is the one that moves through your blood
with every beat.
Because one always knows the true answer.
To what question?
To the ultimate question.
Who am I?
Where am I supposed to be?
Should I stay here?
Clearly not, brother.
Otherwise, there would be no such question.
Is there more to life than this?
CLEARLY YES, BROTHER.
And it is in that question
that Love is speaking.
But fear...
fear disguises itself as logic.
And with its words,
it binds you.
It tells you to stay in the known,
not to take risks.
And how long did you believe it?
How long did you stand in the water of uncertainty—
waiting for something to change, but not moving?
Because of course,
moving hurts.
But what does not move,
dies.
And how long were you a coward?
All your life?
We are two.
This is the moment
when something inside you gets tired of listening.
You look at fear
and you say:
Enough.
Because the heart does not concern itself with how.
The heart concerns itself with what.
And what you have to bring to the world
is infinite,
unique,
it is YOU.
The man stands in the water,
his body full of pain and doubt.
Every muscle wants to escape.
But he wears a laurel crown.
Because he has already won.
He won by recognizing himself—
by looking at fear
and continuing to walk regardless.
The woman—
Courage personified—
feels the pain.
Because of course, change hurts,
creature of habits and attachments.
But she leans forward.
And above all things—
where the sword should emerge,
an explosion of flowers bursts forth.
No matter how much the change hurts,
for in pain,
life blossoms.
Every tear that falls
is another step
toward leaving behind the coward you were.
And courage does not deny the pain—
it transforms it.
This work is the moment
when you stop being a slave to fear
and choose to reach out to the light.
—BV
