Thirteen

I heard something today that has been ringing in my head ever since: "you can't be brave unless you're scared".
Brave isn't just fighting in a battle, because many warriors have no fear. Brave isn't just facing cancer, because not every patient is scared of death. Brave isn't just moving to a new town, because some people are stellar at making new friends.
Brave is not something you can be unless you're shaking in your boots. Brave consists of doing the very thing your racing mind and sweaty palms are screaming at you to not do. Brave makes you be strong because you're doing the very things you know you are weak at and could very well fail. Brave is not allowing yourself to back out because you know it's easier. Brave is doing the right thing even when everyone else is wrong. Brave is your will being strong when your body is weak.
I wish for my will to be strong; I wish to do things I know will stretch me; I wish to grow in a way you only can when you're brave.
I wish to be brave enough to be brave.