Courage Is

I know these people.

And every day takes some courage from some people.  Maybe moments.  Maybe hours.  Maybe forever.

I wouldn’t for a minute underestimate the courage it takes to get through life.

These people, I admire.

Courage is the young father and husband who is terrified he can’t provide for his little family.   Who gets up and goes to work each day.  And fears the powers above him that could take away the small security of having this job.  This job that is not all he can do.  But all he can get right now.  He knows he can do more.  And plans on it.

There’s courage in the dark of night for the aging widow who never spent a night alone in eighty years of life.  And now she sits every night without the comfort and security of the familiar face.  The familiar face that shared joys and sorrows.  Her sharing has ended.     Her existence is watched over by the shadows of her past.  But that doesn’t help her through the lonely nights.

There is courage in the hearts of two people who look across one another at the breakfast table and realize they don’t know one another.  They summon the courage of both of their hearts to look towards the future and determine if this path will be continued together.  Do they find their love in a different form.  Or do they say goodbye and face life alone.  With the loss of something weighing more than the carrying of something.

Courage is facing the day with bravado when your heart is crying.  When your fear is insurmountable.  Your energy is empty and you look in the mirror and see no value.  But you get up and go to work.  You smile when smiled at.  You listen when talked to.  You check off what you must do when there is nothing that you want to do.  There’s courage in having no desire to exist but you exist, because someone depends on you to get through the day.

Courage is having a passion and believing in your passion-when no one else understands it.  Courage is not having anyone believe in you and your passion.   But believing in yourself.

Courage is the daily act of bravery that no one else recognizes.   And courage is not needing that recognition.   Courage is acting in the face of inner fear.  When others don’t know the fears.  Or care.

Courage does not have to be a large act.  Courage just is.  Courage is an act of existence.

63 thoughts on “Courage Is

  1. One of your descriptions fitted my situation to a ‘T’ Colleen, we both decided to give it another go, and I don’t regret questioning and finally deciding to face the future together, we started a partnership, so we’ll keep at it.. (’til we get it right 😉 ) So many out there, facing their own battles, with courage, just as you say… it’s an innate part of the human character, sometimes we forget, and get bogged down in the unimportant things., but courage pulls us all through. Thankyou for sharing your thoughts, and, as bwcarey says, encouragement in all things… xPenx


    • Thank you Pen. I didn’t want to write too specific about anyone because I felt we could very easily related to one another without those details. And it appears we do. I’m glad your decisions are working for you. The bogging down is such a difficult thing to break free from. I’m glad you and yours did. 🙂


  2. Reblogged this on Dealing with COPD and commented:
    Colleen, has a way with words I so envy. If I were skilled enough I would copy her style, but I could never copy her grace. This is a very worthy read, it speaks volumes and volumes. Thank you Colleen. Take care, folks — Bill


    • Bill, you are my favorite. I know how much of my work you have read. For something I’ve written to be considered beautiful means more to me than I can tell you. Thank you for that. And for everything.


  3. Colleen, today’s writing reminds of a photograph, it captures moments in time for others to see. So glad Bill highlighted this one his Dealing With COPD blog. My mother said, “The greatest deeds are found in the everyday things.” Thank you, Colleen.


      • Funny thing about that, Colleen. Take this in context – my Mom was dying and we were discussing what she wanted re funeral arrangements, etc. I asked what she would like said, and she gave me a look both askance and puzzled. I said, “Well, you know, Mom, sometimes you talk about someone’s greatest deeds —-” She snorted and then said, “The greatest deeds are found in the everyday things, Hunt.” I wrote it down and that was what I had put on her grave stone. She was so wise. 🙂


        • She was very wise. And I’m touched by your hearing your mom’s comments. Sometimes we don’t really hear what someone says because we’re expecting them to say something else…. does that make sense?

          Your mom was brilliant.


          • I know exactly what you mean, Colleen. In the past, I used to refer to it as updating the photographs we took of people from long ago – we all change and often people don’t recognize we have.

            My Mom was my best friend. I miss her dearly, but so glad for her that she did not have to suffer longer than she did. Best ~ HuntMode


  4. I know these people, too, Colleen, and to some, I’ve commended them for even being able to get out of bed in the morning. This is so beautifully said. You’re so right that courage is often in every day baby steps. ox


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