The Act of Living

March 31, 2016

Bravery doesn’t always involve navigating a hailstorm of bullets,

running into a burning building or saving a drowning child.

Sometimes bravery is finding your voice and speaking up for yourself.

It’s using that voice to speak up for others.

Bravery is in telling someone how you feel.

It’s in reaching out even when they might not reach back.

It’s in being loyal, in being honest.

Bravery is realizing your worth and not settling for less than you deserve.

It’s in living your life in a way that makes you proud.

It’s in having faith in the future.

I worry that there are people who don’t feel they have ever done anything brave.

I worry that they feel like less because of it. I want you to know, you are brave.

You open your eyes in the morning.

You put both feet on the ground.

You breathe in and you breathe out.

Don’t you see? The very act of living is brave.

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