Courage has a distinct aroma,
like good Arabica beans; it’s hard to miss.
Courage stands out. Not because it’s queen,
but because it gleams.
It’s the treasure that hides in the walls of our fears,
the waves that break free, the fish that leaves the sphere.
Courage is living with a wish, but choosing what to believe.
It’s to move towards greatness, and away from dismay.
Far from the wish, close to beliefs.
Courage is the little girl who falls on her face, the man who dares to run for the love of his life, the woman who loves her in silence, the teenager who loses himself, but rises again.
Courage is falling again and again, always to try again.
Courage is feeling and trusting the walks of the way.
Courage is trust, trust in the presence.
Courage is walking alone to the places we may not belong.
Courage is messing with doing, stepping through fear, hearing the guts, feeling the layers that suffer so trapped.
Courage is living with noise, but feeling the silence.
Con cariño,
Almudena
