I crave space. Quiet. Calm. Unobserved. Unhindered. Unrestrained. The idea that no one sees or knows me in a moment is prodigiously liberating. I say that as if I can achieve that level of… I can’t come up with an encompassing term… mindfulness? Presence? Acceptance? Awareness? But then the flickers of desolation, abandonment, aloneness, move in. Marrying these two states is what I suppose courage to be. Can I be aware of my own vastness, while also admiring the implications? Courage is the characteristic I desire for myself more than any other.