How fearless, exactly, how strong, how indomitable, how utterly dauntless is this heart of mine?
"Raise every mast for full sail," says Heart.
"ah ..." Head is NOT happy, "O man common that never ends well - "
Shush, Head, Heart's got this.
"But what if there's a storm, what if there are shoals, where the hell are our nautical maps for these uncharted waters, Boss - THINK about this, for God's sake - "
Shush, Head, just look at the bright side, the sea air is going to rustle your hair, man. Take a deep breath - O wow you can taste the salt water on the air. Just breath! It's such a gift to be alive!
"We're going for it" says Heart purposefully, "if it doesn't end well, she'll just be the most perfect one to ever break me and I'll simply call that a significant move in the right direction. We came here to ply the seas, right, so if we're not going to sail then what the hell is the point".
Whoa, that's a long speech from Heart. I guess when you've been broken in so many places finally enough light gets in that you just aren't afraid of the darkness anymore.
Hear that, Head, that's put up or shut up - now come on, we got work to do, all hands on deck.
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