It's not easy being brave, especially in a place where it's common to over share and overlook. Being brave is quite painful and it's not a niche most people have. I like to think that I'm a strong person, but that doesn't mean I'm brave. I embrace my insecurities and I immerse myself in my woes when I'm alone. This makes me a stronger person, but not a brave person.
Brave is not being able to afford time.
Brave is being two in one.
Brave is resisting when you want to challenge.
Brave is looking the covetous in the eye with a smile.
Brave is not succumbing to life under the heel of another.
Brave is overcoming regardless of the injustice.
Brother 1 and Mitchy showed me a meaning of brave today. When you're taken advantage of from every angle, being brave is all you can be because it's not worth being anything else. Their brave is being dignified despite the light at the end of the tunnel is really just your friends holding lamps laughing at you. Their brave is ruling off omission as experience.
Today, I hate this place that I call home because of some of the people in it and I'm brave admitting that.