As waves crashed on the shores of a distant beach, she caught herself miles above busy streets and honking horns, envisioning her toes, wrapped in tiny granuals of damp sand, and her eyes staring out into what appeared to be the end of the Earth. She felt serene, yet envigorated; it was a reaccuring fantasy of dreamlike proprtions which she so hoped would come true one day. Her dream location would be somewhere she could enjoy all of her favorite past times, to include, running, boating, swimming, water sports, snowboarding and space for contemplation. To dream big is to set goals of infinate possibilites; her goals were to make something of her life, ultimately enabling her to create a real life fantasy.
I think I read somewhere that courage isn't about doing something you're not scared of. Courage is doing something in spite of the fact that you are scared.
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