If I don’t poke the bear,
it will continue to sleep.
If I shift my attention
to the light outside my cave,
I can go about happily
as if there weren’t four hundred pounds
of smelly, drooling, menacing fear in my abode.
Just keep your distance, I remind myself daily.
But life, that unpredictable, uncontrollable child,
fears nothing.
She can’t resist sinking her fingers into fur,
shouting in its ear.
Oh God, now she’s got a stick.
She can’t wait to see the show.
The bear is on its hind feet in seconds,
thrashing and ferocious.
But she just giggles and says,
“Do it again.”
She wants to play with it,
play with us.
The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.
–Brené Brown, Dare to Lead



