It has been almost 5 months since I wrote a reflective piece. I did write two poems and a few more unfinished attempts. It was just enough to let the steam out. Today I am inspired to write a bit more, a bit deeper, a bit more personally.
I want to talk about courage. About my vision und understanding of what courage means.
Courage is facing adversity, doing things others wouldn’t dare doing, doing something you didn’t think you could do.
Being courageous is facing your fears. Standing up when your legs are shaking. Keeping your eyes open when a blow is coming at you.
Jumping off 3 m height into the pool. For me courageous, for you not. Getting rid of the spider crawling on the bathroom floor, courageous for you, not for me. Speaking up when no one else does. Courageous for me, for you too?
Courage is looking at what you know, what you hear, what you see and acting with your conscience/gut/brain/beliefs. Pick your driving force and be courageous. Make choices when there is no win-win; and pull them through. Courage is about stopping. About starting. About keeping at it.
Except for generally accepted heroic deeds, courage is intimely personal.
Never let anyone tell you, you are not courageous. Because your fears are only yours. Because facing them is your own heroic deed.
Think about it for a moment: you have been courageous today, haven’t you? Give yourself a clap on the shoulder and keep going, do not give up. The world gets better one tiny courageous step at a time.