Definition – showing no fear of dangerous or difficult things.
One thing I like to do now and again is take little adventures to myself. The confidence it gives me is beyond what I can even describe. That being said, when I’ve told people, people who know me well that I’m taking a trip to another city on my own, I always get the same reaction – “You’re brave for doing that”
Now, this is where I get my knickers in a twist. I don’t see how me choosing to travel anywhere on my own is brave. It’s not like somebody has forced my hand and made it compulsory for me to book train tickets, find a hotel to stay in or meet new people. It is MY choice to travel on my own, nobody else’s. Me choosing to travel on my own isn’t brave, it’s a choice I’ve made. Is it brave of me to travel on my own because I’m a woman? Is it because we are perceived as being weak? Let me tell you, we bloody are NOT!
This got me thinking about labelling a situation or event as brave – what situation do we perceive as being brave?
For me, there are certain types of being brave –
1) Being a soldier and going to war – that is brave
2) Having an injection when you have a phobia of needles – that is brave
3) A Liverpool fan going inside an Everton themed pub – that is brave. Or stupid, however you look at it.
Those are just examples. There are so many other life events or situations I could name that would definitely qualify as being brave. We all see bravery in different contexts, as I’ve listed in the examples above. We are all afraid of different things, some people have phobias, for some it’s just pure fear.
People may say that me fighting Cystic Fibrosis on a daily basis is brave. Hmm, I find this debatable and this is coming from a person who does have it! I think because I have not known anything different, it doesn’t seem a courageous thing to me. To others it would seem that way because they’re healthy and wouldn’t know what it is really like to have an illness like mine. I remember doctors and nurses saying to me in clinic when I was younger – “I need you to be brave for me” whenever I needle was about to prick my arm/hand. Yep, I’ll try not to cry whilst a sharp thing is being shoved into my skin. That is one phrase I despise.
To sum up, being brave is doing something that overwhelms you with fear. It’s going for something that you never thought was possible because of the fear of failure. You have nothing to fear but fear itself.
Let me know your thoughts on being brave!