Listen — sometimes courage is as simple as opening your
eyes in the morning. Sometimes it’s as easy as making the
effort to eat your breakfast without spelling their name in
your cereal, or breaking your teeth on their goodbyes.
Sometimes courage is the way you fall in love with your
sadness, how you let it rock you to sleep, how you feel it and
face it and tell yourself every single night that you can
overcome it, even if you feel like you can’t.
No, sometimes courage isn’t a big declaration, a common
accomplishment. Sometimes courage is the way you slowly comb
them out of your hair; sometimes courage is hearing their voice
in public and not turning your head or having your stomach feel
like a shaken up can of soda. Sometimes courage is smiling for
your younger sister when your heart is breaking, sometimes
it's telling her that love exists even on the days you
simply don’t believe it does.
See, sometimes courage isn’t climbing Mount Everest or
changing the world. Sometimes your mountain to climb is made up
of weekdays and months, made up of pushing yourself forward
even when you want to nestle into the past. Sometimes changing
the world means changing your world, as gradually as you need
to, as gently as you heal, because sometimes courage
isn’t made up of war, and bloodshed; sometimes courage
isn’t made of combat. Sometimes courage is a quiet fight,
a dim softness within you, that flickers even on your darkest
days, and reminds you that you are strong, that you are growing
— that there is hope.