Butterflies inside
..."go and sleep and plot and work out a way of being brave..."
The last thing my aunt said to me, at 2:30am this morning.
Even just that word, 'brave', makes me feel funny inside. I am not very brave. But I love that she is rooting for me. Prodding me forward.
Being brave always involved a risk. But I haven't yet learnt that taking a risk is the best thing one can do.
The last thing my aunt said to me, at 2:30am this morning.
Even just that word, 'brave', makes me feel funny inside. I am not very brave. But I love that she is rooting for me. Prodding me forward.
Being brave always involved a risk. But I haven't yet learnt that taking a risk is the best thing one can do.
posted by clarebear at
2:43 AM
1 Comments:
Being brave is frightening at times, the only thing that may be more frightening than acting bravely are the consequences of one not being brave when called to it.
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