I used to think I was brave.
I would go and do without fear.
I would try without question.
I would never look to the consequences.
I could only
see the now of it all.
I look back and see that as mere fearlessness.
It’s not the
same as brave.
Now, I’m brave.
I fear.
I see.
I swallow
I struggle.
I move
slowly.
So slowly.
But, forward.
I fear and I go.
And I do.
And I try.
And I
fail.
And I succeed.
I used to think I had to do extraordinary things to be a
success.
There had to be glory in the outcome.
There had to be something.
Something measurable.
Now I live in the daily.
The small.
The repetitive.
The
normal.
The constant.
The real.
I am ordinary.
I am strong.
And I persevere.
And that's life.
And that's brave.