Courage
By John W. Vander Velden
Each of us has our own
definition of the word courage. Many
center their thoughts upon the brave that stand the front line upon the
battlefield. I can agree with that. But I have witnessed courage in the lives of
what most might consider ordinary folks.
There are many difficult situations, aren’t there? Too often we overlook others that battle each
day, fighting wars no one sees, against foes that they know, in the end will
overcome. Does fear only come with the
sound of explosions? And does facing a
personal terror take less grit than a public one?
Sooner or later living
requires courage. The only other option
is surrender. Too often, it seems, some
flee from life’s contentions, racing toward an artificial release, a fleeting
escape that in the end brings its own battles.
Each will face a monster, some must face many, whether they stand or run
at those times reveals the truth. How
important to remember that tears do not wash away courage. Tears do not dilute the actions of the
brave. Times they provide the fuel to
reach places unreachable. Sometimes their
flow carries the heart to the source of Love and the needed strength that can
only be found there.
How does one face the
test of principles? On what ground do
those stand whose values are shaken by the shifting winds of current
opinion? Some might not notice the
demands upon them. Few see how difficult
holding onto what is truth, when most others proclaim those things
invalid. How easy to simply give in, to
follow, to forget. But the courageous
are not afraid to question, for the truth remains true. And when at last the test has passed, the
brave with an open mind determines the place they stand, and with courage
state, this is where I stand, this is what I am!
So what is your definition
of courage, and who do you call brave?
(324 Words)
This section is quite poetic:
ReplyDelete"How important to remember that tears do not wash away courage. Tears do not dilute the actions of the brave. Times they provide the fuel to reach places unreachable."
Well put, my friend!
Reminds me of Kipling's poem that ends: "You'll be a man, my son."