defend defense…

defend your defense stand up...

I sit down a lot.  I tend not to defend that which will get me out of whatever I’m sitting on or in.  I make no apologies for that.  I’ve learned that I shouldn’t jump into a fight I don’t know the sides of.  Am I passionate?  Sure…to a point. I’m far more willing to be a spectator than be spectated.  It’s more comfortable to hide behind something than stand in front of it.

This part of my personality has to be packed away and never heard from again.  What is the ever loving point of living if you can’t find the strength to defend what’s important or what you think is right?  Why sit and let others fight your battle?  Because it’s easy that’s why.  Cower in your little cocoon and wait for the sun to shine another day… wait for the dust to clear and the debris to be removed.  The trouble is, when you pop out of that cocoon, there might not be anything out there to pop out to.

I have to start standing up.  I can only imagine that the view is much better when you stand up.  It has to be.  It just has to be.