Where is my Courage? Is it at the end of this winding path I walk? What is left in the box at the end? For Pandora it was hope, but I feel only hope when I think I am done with this lonely journey. There is a reason why it was one of the most dangerous feelings. My hope has be shattered again and again, and it hurts. So bad. But still I hope and still I hurt and still I fight to find the courage that I need to speak. Speak my words of Joy and Anger and Dreams. Speak of my Loves and my snobbish Hates. Speak to friends and laugh. Speak to enemies and not be looked down upon. Where is that Courage?