“Courage does not always roar.
Sometimes courage is the quiet voice,
at the end of the day saying,
I will try again tomorrow”.
Mary Anne Redmacher
We all need courage.
And some of us need it more than others.
Because for some, probably more than we care to admit, facing the break of day, is a blistering, grinding, daily routine of pain and struggle.
When by chance, they happen to glance in a mirror. Or when through circumstance, their eyes meet yours, they won’t see what they should see. Won’t see, what they need to see.
Instead, they will imagine and embrace someone undesirable. Someone else. A disgrace. An ugly, regrettable, expandable; disappointment.
They will hurl insults at themselves, because by know they have become a source of comfort. Words that could curdle milk and turn fine wine into table vinegar.
They need courage.
A lot of courage.
Not through a roar, a momentary rush of passion, but in the ordinary and quietest of moments.
You see.
They roar so much already.
They rant. They rave, about the unfairness of it all. Hands to the sky. Lungs full of air. Bitching and moaning. Doing anything and everything, to prove themselves right.
Courage gets lost when they themselves are prone to roar. It becomes just another booming drum. Another imposing gesture. Another failed promise. Another futile resolution. Yet another, abandoned moment, of epiphany. A gift unopened.
A map.
Unused.
They need a whisper. Even if that whisper is broken and fragile.
They need a single ray of hope.
A friable, but graspable straw.
They need to know and hear that they have more time tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
To begin again.
To face their demons again. To have hope in the future again.
So, don’t ever fool yourself into thinking you were meant to roar for them.
Understand that you were born to whisper. No matter how small, insignificant, and broken you think you are, you are always capable of whispering something kind, and uplifting, to someone else.
Sometimes we don’t know why. Think it won’t matter. Think that it won’t make a difference.
But if we were to all whisper, not roar.
We would all find the courage, a thousand times a day.
We would all give each other another chance.
A chance.
At a new beginning and the dawning of a new day.
