“Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps down new roads armed with nothing but their own vision” -Ayan Rand

What does it mean to be brave?
To go through the day, keeping your ideal safe?
There are too many doubts, so many obstacles to stop you on your way,
Is it brave then to mean what you say?
People say horizon is an imaginary line receeding as you approach it,
Is it brave to follow your distant dream no matter what hurdle you meet?
Maybe, it is a complete misconception,
Its not really being brave but foolish, as people mention.
What does one get by resisting the flow,
Keeping one's head high and ideals higher even after dealt with every crushing blow...
It's safer to be like clay, to be moulded as they may...
Only if you can keep your thoughts and questions at bay.
When question arises one can not be neither complacent and ignore,
It grows at your mind, unless you're not too sure.
You can not possibly follow the general course, it does not make sense anymore.
You're ready to be burnt, beaten and broken,
To rest your mind, to face the doubts so rudely awakened.
Thus we came back to the actual question,
Is it brave to be different?