Sometimes it take actual courage to face the world and to get through the day. It takes courage for some people to drive in the dark . . . or in the snow. Sometimes it actually takes courage to check your friends list at LJ.
Courage comes in all shapes and sizes; it's not just about the men and women at war or the police officers in the line and fire.
It takes courage to face your critics, to face your friends after you fuck up, to face yourself in the mirror when you know you're not at your best. It takes courage to face facts.
It takes courage to finish your goddamned tennis match when millions of people are watching you wilt in the sun and you know you'll probably lose.
Sometimes it takes courage to speak up and tell the truth.
Is it a surprise that I often feel something close to contempt for the wimpish? Yes, compassion often intervenes, and I usually forgive both moral and physical cowardice. But I just love to get a whiff of guts, even in the most unexpected places. I can be a hard-hearted bitch sometimes, and I'm the first to admit it. But I love the sight ~ even the most subtle sight ~ of intestinal fortitude.