Nice post - I think you're onto something here. Courage and desire do seem to be strongly intertwined with each other as it is hard (if not impossible) to sprint into the darkness for a cause you have no desire for. Remembering what you want is invoking the power of desire itself - which in turn results in courage if the desire is really pure. I remember writing about courage myself on my blog years ago and this is what I came up with:
When you really desire something to the point in which your heart aches for it then you’ve unlocked the only true source of pure unadulterated courage. Think back to the times you wanted something really badly. Think about the obstacles you might have faced. Doesn’t it seem like when you’re really in love with something that obstacles almost seem to not exist at all? It’s like my mind can’t even perceive them as problems. When you feel the energy of love and passion fill your heart don’t you feel like an imperial age musketeer who’s all of a sudden fearless and ready to charge into the line of roaring gunfire? When something really means something to you a surge of strength unfathomable seems to take over and overcome the most heinous odds. Feeling the fear and saddling up anyway didn’t get me to where I am now in life – no – only true courage that came from the heart did. Everything in life I’ve ever accomplished has only made itself so because deep inside I really desired that outcome in my heart.
I always find it telling when different people seem to come to similar conclusions regarding a topic. If all of this is true then is a lack of courage simply a lack of desire? If so then when we tell people to work on their courage should they be working on finding the real reasons they desire things instead? Through self introspection I've found a lot of what I thought I wanted I did not actually want - thus never really took action.
Man, you made it so much more poetic than I did xD. Beautiful.
I think the problem with people not having courage comes from two separate sources.
1) They don't know what they really desire. In this case, a week or two of intense goal review and setting would be healthy (and tons of fun)
2) They lose sight of their long term desire in short term pains.
Getting shut down by a girl or a potential client hurts. When you remember that this will teach you and make you better at getting girls/clients, then having the courage to keep it up is no issue. But it's hard to remember that when you've just taken a hit.
Ever since I can remember, I have been a huge fan of Boy Meets World. With no concept of TV guide or schedules, it was a gift from the heavens above when I would turn on the TV and see the familiar cast. For roughly as long as I was a fan of the show, I had a crush on Topanga - known as Danielle Fishel in real life.
I'm hesitant to post detailed "reports" on meeting women here. Maybe because it's too personal, maybe because it's so easy to misinterpet as mechanical, but for whatever reason I don't love the idea. However, this is a funny story that probably won't offend anyone (except one guy who I don't mind offending.)
The 2004 Pickup Artist Convention, which I had organized, was held in Los Angeles, CA. Normally I'm rather lazy about going out and meeting people. I find it very frustrating to find women I'm genuinely interested in, and the allure of talking to women for practice is much less than it was when I first got into the Pickup Artist thing.
It was dark and late and the foreigner had no idea what time it was. The day’s dust had settled and calm was unsettled only by the random Toyota Corolla or an ornery police officer with a bullhorn, secretly miffed about the hierarchy of his station, life and otherwise and his apparent doom to the nightshift in the back of a pickup truck.
It would be a shame to look out the window- literally. Here, so much depends on how you appear while doing the things you do. And doing most anything is okay, as long as in doing it, you don’t appear to be doing so- at least not in a way that could be interpreted in an adverse way. So much depends on knowing, not communicating mind you, but knowing how you could save face, if indeed someone was around to see you needing to, and really even if they weren’t, in any situation wherein your actions, necessary or not could be construed as a shame. When you know you can save face, there must exude an aura, discernable by nature to the natives, and utterly allusive to the unwashed. And this aura will warn the doubter: 'don’t ask! I already know you’ve thought it, and since I know you have, and in knowing you would, I have my simple answer ready, on the tip of my stomach, to turn that shame back on you and the people squatting wherever you came from. So watch it!'
But the watcher is not only watching. He’s being watched. And of course there is a very good reason that he’s a ‘he’.
What is shame? It’s certainly not the feeling that the fourteen year old girl feels, remembering the sticky drip down her leg while she explains to her fanatical Christian alcoholic father and her scared-shitless-all-the-time mother that she doesn’t know how it happened, hoping beyond hope that they, and especially dad, would somehow assume that there had been at least one more immaculate conception. That’s not shame.
And it’s not that feeling the handsome, all-American soon-to-be sophomore, back home from his first year wrapped in the warm ivy of his father’s alma mater feels, when his mother, who is so impressed with her confident young man, finds him one morning in the frenzied clutches of John, his new bossism buddy who was going to spend a few weeks of vacation here at the house expunging some of the Senior Week alcohol out of his system before going home to his equally impressive starter castle and plastic parents.