They say that being brave can derive from anywhere, maybe a bad memory that builds you up or maybe wanting to be the one in the spot light for once, not being the meek little wallflower, sometimes even in an instant. You don’t know what to do and all that there’s left to be is brave. Wherever it comes from, it can come from any little thing or moment. Who was to say I was brave? What truly proves it? Surely being superman is not the only way to be brave. Living in a Utopia or waste land sets the status here.