Brave.

Brave.

On some days, fear is a cold hand squeezing your insides, sending your heart racing after what-ifs and what-nots.
On other days, it is a trickle down your spine that snakes down your legs and keeps your feet firmly planted in the mire of your realities.

Sometimes, you move regardless; your humanness brings you to brinks of grief, pleasure, and moments of mad daring.

Other times, you stay mired and call it grounded; it’s just not a day to be brave.

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  1. The positivism that can be derived from fear, more like calling light out of darkness.

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