I think it’s brave that you get up in the morning even if your soul is weary and your bones ache for a rest. I think it’s brave that you keep on living even if you don’t know how to anymore. I think it’s brave that you push away the waves rolling in every day and you decide to fight. I know there are days when you feel like giving up, but I think it’s brave that you never do. By Lana Rafaela
