Reaching out, entirely fearless,
because most comfortable in danger.
Shot and bleeding, and still standing,
because feels perseverance.
Fallen down, but crawling,
because of wild determination.
Dove in, and still breathing,
because pressure is not existant.
Jumped, and sill flying,
because there is no doubt.
Why can't more creatures operate this way?
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