Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Sing to me something strong, sad and delicate

I haven't written in a while and I am sorry for that. Its amazing how life gets away from you and how quickly time passes. I am going to try and write more, for whatever few of you are still reading. For those of you, thank you for hanging on.

I always have a hard time coming up with a topic after a long time away from writing, I think that is the reason I stay away so long. Its amazing where inspiration can come from.

What makes us brave? Or strong? Or more so what happens when that is taken away. Bravery comes in all different shapes and sizes. Its big and its little, its mighty and its weak.  Bravery is in the little gestures and overcoming small hurdles that feel like mountains. Its what gets us out of the bed when all we want to do is give in and give up. 

There are those who's battle between bravery and fear is a constant reality. Its a life where one moment you feel fine and the next your whole world is crumpling around you. It is like walking around like a ticking time bomb, just waiting for the smallest thing that can set us off. Imagine living your life in such a way that bravery was your only option. 

Those who live that life have survived only through a series of coping mechanisms mixed in with some embarrassing freak outs and uncomfortable attacks. Its not something anyone would want to experience, yet alone on a weekly or daily basis. Bravery isn't reserved for the hero's out there. It is regularly practised by the invisible and the quiet. Because without it they may not survive. 

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