But being brave isn’t about living every minute exhilarated. It’s about waking up and knowing that despite the worry and the sadness and the deep, dark fear, you’re going to go forth anyway. That you’re going to try anyway. That you have a choice, and you’re going to choose to live, today, bravely.
There are so many unknowns, and so many possibilities. Sometimes there are things you can say, and talking makes it better. But sometimes, there are no words.
If I listen to my heart, if I trust in that voice that sits deep in my soul, that untouched being of truth – I know it’s there – I will discover the answers eventually. Maybe not immediately. Maybe not tomorrow. But if I don’t open myself to possibility, I’ll never know what it means to have lived. I’ll never know what it means to have loved.