Being Brave In Times Of Confinement

Be brave.
It is recognizing what you lack.
What do you need.
What do you feel.

Be brave.
It is admitting that you are afraid.
Because everyone has it.
And who says no.
Lie

Be brave.
It is to stop thinking what is good for you only.
To start thinking about what is good for others as well.

Be brave.
It is knowing how to remain silent so as not to do more damage.
It is having enough courage not to want to win at all costs.
It is knowing how to lose.

Be brave.
It is to speak without complexes of your sadness.
The kind that runs down your spine and sometimes knocks you down.
The one that nobody wants to see because it is annoying.

Be brave.
It is not throwing yourself from a balcony into a pool.
It has nothing to do with proving anything.

To be brave is not to let yourself go with the flow.
It’s defending yourself from what people expect you to be.
It is to stand before the expectation of others.

Be brave.
It is recognizing your vulnerability.
It is becoming aware of your own mortality.
It is noticing the urgency of life.
Because life is only one.

Be brave.
It is showing yourself fragile.
It is being able to verbalize that you need to be taken care of.
It is not rejecting affection.

Be brave.
It is to be supportive in times of death.
It is staying home.
It is to stop hating.

It is thinking about the common, what unites us and not what separates us.
It is overcoming yourself.
Be brave.
It is a choice.

Because the only coward.
It is the one who hides.
So that the bad happens to him.
Those who are worse off.