What is bravery? Is it donning body armor and walking into the most dangerous shanty towns in Brazil? Is it a police woman or man getting up and facing the darkest parts of humanity every day? Is it soldiers at war, for their ideology or country?
Or is putting one foot in front of the other, when your foot is tired and your body is weak and nothing wants to work anymore?
Is it getting out of bed on the mornings when the pain and uncertainty weighs you down like concrete?
Is it managing to find laughter and joy and peace amidst the chaos that your life has become?
What is grace? Is it the woman who walk down the catwalks of Milan, in clothing that costs more than a small car? Is it the artificially stunning people of Hollywood who flaunt their wealth and beauty to the world? Is it a long dead princess, with an entourage of beauticians in the wings?
Or is it a glow in your skin because you are doing all you possibly can to be the best you can?
Is it a nature that finds the best in every soul it comes across?
Is it a soul, filled with joyous light where there should be sadness?
What is love? Is it Shakespearian dramas filled with angst and resistance? Is it the body of lust and shallowness? Is it the movies we see?
Or is it the love one soul has for another, which transcends health?
Is it giving your everything for one who has no strength?
Is it the caretaker, the nurturer, the selfless?
Perhaps it is all these things. And many more.
I have a friend with Multiple Sclerosis. Every day her bravery, joy and strength inspires me.
As does her beloved, whose attentiveness and selflessness astounds me every day.
Too often we don’t have any role models. Anyone to teach us how to find the best in ourselves just by being who they are.
I have 2.