Finally, the imperative “sing” is itself important. It urges us not just to notice this quiet bravery but to celebrate it, to give it rhythm and voice. In much the same way that Sappho’s surviving fragments turn private love and longing into public art, this line calls for a new kind of anthem—one that praises the person who simply keeps going. By learning to honor the courage that wakes with us each day, we begin to understand heroism not as an exception, but as a recurring possibility woven into every ordinary morning. [...]
