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Day Two Hundred and Eighty-Two:  Be Bold.

There was a poster in my eighth grade homeroom that said “Stand Up Even if You Are Standing Alone.”  It has really stuck with me.  I think I am a selective stand-up-er, and I strive to stand up for everything I believe in because I don’t have an issue with the things that I am completely passionate about.  I find it hard not to have a bold personality, because it is just who I am, I don’t walk around thinking I will say bizarre things sometimes, it just happens without thinking, and it is me.  I thinkt hat being bold is important, but being bold for a reason is also necessary.  I am the way I am from where I come from, and I make bold decisions and say bold things sometimes, take bold steps, I live my life as if it was written in Arial Black and it seems as though sometimes it isn’t the best choice.  I just…that’s just the way I am.

I recently had a presentation in a theatre practical class on a playwright and I asked for feedback on my presenting style from my professor who told me that I had just enough personality, energy and detail that it worked.  Sometimes I find that my personality, my puns, my jokes, my off-hand comments don’t come across in every classroom.  When I had to make a speech in honour of Paul Ord last term I used just enough humour and emotion that it worked, and I strive to do that in all of the speeches that I can make.  But is acting boldly always necessary?

I don’t know.  Sometimes I think we ask such bold questions expecting answers but in reality answers take lifetimes to get over, and in my case I don’t mind waiting for them.  I think life has become more of a exploration of the potentialities of life for me as opposed to the MEANING, I think the meaning comes and goes, and I don’t mind it.  If I am happy, and consider myself contributing in some way, does it really matter?

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