It’s a shame that fear keeps us so quiet when we are in the presence and power to author change. We keep quiet to reject the chance we might not be liked, heard, or accepted. We stay shielded in our own little world where its dark and cold while our thoughts and ideas brim and brew, all so we can stay safe. What we actually do is stay hidden, kept from the sun and the gentle, big, fluffy quiet snowflakes that cascade down to create a winder wonderland. We keep ourselves from the present and immerse ourselves in the absence of our own contributions while the brave simply speak and shout what’s on their inside.
We miss the doing and the contributing because we lack the might to stand and say, “Here’s my contribution. Here’s what we should do.”