Not Brave Enough

It Was A Moment Of Revelation For Me. I Was Seventeen When I Learned To Fly Just A Stupid Kid And If I Knew Then What I Know Now I Wouldn'T Have Done It. I Didn'T Necessarily Regret It In Fact Quite The Opposite; I Love To Fly. I Love Everything About It. I Just Suddenly Realized That I'M Not Inherently Brave Enough Of A Person To Have Put Myself Through All That I'Ve Endured While Chasing The Clouds. I Was A Kid So Squarely Risk Averse That I Demanded Everyone Get Their Money Back After Playing Cards For Pennies And Nickels. I Was A Kid Who Was Intimidated By The Challenges Involved With Earning Boy Scout Badges Or The Honor Roll. If I Had Been Offered A Safe Effortless And Boring Destiny To Never Have To Face The Unknown I Would'Ve Taken It And Probably Never Looked Back.