We tend to think of eventless calm or some special circumstance when we consider the transcient and transparent experience of joy. But could courage be its secret companion? To face the perilous danger, to live for terror, to plan for a picnic on the razor’s edge: could this be joy?
A circus performer has abandoned all reason, perched tiptoe on the worn saddle of three-ring circus horse, in a dangerous cantor before the crowd. Do they hope she will crash into the muck and straw of the fairground? We know, as she knows, that success is inevitable. Whereever there is joy, there is courage; and where courage, you find that success is inevitable, regardless of the circumstance, or outcome.