This bought a smile to my lips. Courage comes in all shapes and forms. For some courage looks like a spectacular show of fire works and for others (me included) it is a small flame in the darkness. This doesn’t mean that I am less courageous than others, my courage just comes across differently.
Courage is that last grain of hope that you store in your heart. It’s all that’s left once your strength has passed. It gives you the power to try once more.
Many people assume only an elite person would have courage. This isn’t true. Courage is overcoming your fear – whatever that fear may be. Courage may be standing up for yourself loudly, and proudly. Courage may be standing up for yourself quietly, diplomatically, cautiously. Courage is starting something new, but it’s also finishing something that has long been your goal.
Courage may be one single feat or it may be the combination of daily battles. Courage is perseverance to keep on trying. It’s the ability to go on when you think your battle is lost. Courage is the will to live.
It takes courage to push away from all that you’ve ever known. It takes courage to walk a new and unfamiliar path. It takes courage to rebuild your life. It takes courage to let go of what no longer makes you happy.
It takes courage, dear heart, to be who you are.