I’ve been pondering about, what it means to be courageous? This is difficult because it means different things, for different people.
For instance, being able to stand up against a bully.
For me, I see that courage comes from being able to be vulnerable enough to open up your heart. To be open enough to ask for help. To share a part of your life that has been kept secret.
For seven years I’ve fought my self, my doubts and insecurities. Some times courage is the simplist thing, going out.
As time has moved forward, I realised I’m surrounded by courageous people. People who decide to help other for no reward or praise.
Some people have called me courageous, I’m not. I’m just one voice of many.