Inspired by the two sentence story that my sister and I came up with:
Courage and Doubt capture my heart and taunt me. Stick me in a cage and poke and probe my inner thoughts.
Courage and doubt capture my heart and taunt me. Stick me in a cage and poke and probe my inner thoughts. Why must my captors mock me? Courage and Doubt each take a side and push me to and fro. They rattle me and call me names just to get a reaction. They bicker and snarl insults that makes me scream in my cage to drown out their hideous voices.
Courage brings to my attention kind actions or nice words to say. But Doubt climbs across my cage and starts a brawl against Courage. Courage punches Doubt in the stomach and I start walking towards my Random Act of Kindness person, while my consciousness is still trapped in that imaginary cage. Doubt knocks the wind out of Courage and I turn away from the person. Courage kicks Doubt in the shins and I turn back again, only a few feet from the person. But Doubt wins this round and I walk right past the person. Although Courage won the last and it made that person’s day, I listen to Doubt. Why do I have this battle? Most of the time I listen to both and devise a plan to remain anonymous, but it doesn’t have the same effect. I stay trapped in my cage and try, unsuccessful, to muffle their voices.
The battle inside me to have courage to do a random act of kindness.
I ask, ‘Why is there even a battle in the first place?’
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