And I think sometimes, maybe brave isn’t something you are. Maybe brave is just what you do. Because we’re never brave all the time and we’ll always look back on our weakest moments and use them as excuses not to call ourselves brave. I don’t think some people are just born with a fighting spirit or that people rise from the ashes because they’re made of different stuff than the rest of us. I think that you sink or swim. I think it doesn’t matter how how cowardly you’ve been or how cowardly you feel, what matters is whether you accept that challenge and rise to the occasion. Brave is not in our molecules or hard wired into our brains. It’s not one person as opposed to the other. Brave is a choice. Brave is an action. Brave is a tentative lie that becomes a truth so long as you believe it.