Courage is chameleon, disguising itself, knowing quite well we might reject it. Courage swallows up our demons, flying through our heads. It is exposed when we say hello for the first time, even though our fingers and toes tingle at the newness. Courage doesn't know if it's excitement or hesitance, drinking in only the thrill. As the conversations continue with our strangers, and transitions to friends; courage hides itself in the quiet offerings of ourselves. We trade our dreams and hopes, our failures and faults. Courage is coy then, as it usually is. The potential for rejection still looms here, and it always will.

This chameleon shows itself most when we desire. Whether we argue or cry, want or need, we are requesting -sometimes begging- for something outside ourselves to make us happy. We are exposed most fully during these moments.

Our chameleons face the challenge fleeing, or succumbing and becoming the demons it's consumed for us. Courage sits at the fulcrum of which we balance our fears and our fantasies realized. Sometimes our desires align with another's so well... and other times they could very well tip the scales and cause everything to crash down.

Courage is also knowing how to not to crush someone else's chameleon demon too.