Courage is a funny thing.

It keeps you warm on those frigid treks across a barren plain while the wind snatches at your scratchy cloak and icy mud squeezes into your worn leather boot as it pulls apart at the seams.

It makes you turn your back to the narrow tunnel of briars that will lead you to your burrow, and instead face the bared fangs of the fox who has smelled your babies on the breeze.

It pushes you to keep trying in the face of certain defeat, and it bolsters your spirit when that rejection deals a staggering blow.

It encourages you to deny the negative people in your life, and instead surround yourself with acceptance and support.

It allows you to trust in others.

Courage is believing in yourself.

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