Brave

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.