We cannot choose where to start and stop. Our stories are the tellers of us.
Sometimes we don't notice that someone is being brave, because they are only doing something that seems quite easy for us.
And thus love makes fools of us all.
A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.
I know that the hopes of this whole human world can fit inside one soul.
Something I am now convinced of, after researching Everyone Brave, is that none of us is born courageous in all respects.