Courage is what makes us driven, but it is also what stops us.
Courage is not the sequoya that towers high enough to see storms, but is the unique blossom that blooms in the snow.
Courage is the roots of a tree, and the leaves that never fall during autumn.
Courage is the rain that slowly descends like snow in the haunted darkness.
Courage is the rainbow after a spring storm, and the grass slowly growing after the long winter.
It takes strength to survive, but it takes courage to live.