One day I want to be brave.
I would like to be like the Warrior in the Manual of the Warrior of Light.
Or the little Black Girl in search of God.
But I am not. Not yet.
I am afraid. Very afraid. Of almost everything.
So I hide a lot and do very little.
My friend told me yesterday that I am already brave.
I want to believe her.
She says I am brave because I am afraid.
Because I am afraid but still here.
Still here, still trying.
She says I give her hope.
She says when she needs strength she looks at me.
I wish I could look at me the way she does.
I think I will start trying instead of wishing.
I think I will start now, not tomorrow.