The heavy winds woke me up this morning. So loud that for a moment I realized, I felt afraid. I knew there was no reason to, but are all fears reasonable? I knew I was safe inside, it’s not a hurricane, just wind. But I feel the same way with thunderstorms. I’m just not a fan. My husband in the other hand, thinks it’s fun. I guess you could say that wind, rain and snow do make great cozy reading days. And with my brain on alert, I started to think. How far does courage goes? And when does one becomes reckless? Or should I say disrespectful?
I think courage has to be related to an action you don’t want to actually do but you have to. Like going through fire to save a life. But when it’s a choice for fun or pleasure or adventure, I have a hard time not seeing as disrespect. Life is fragile, and so many wish they had a day longer. Why would anyone go climb a mountain without ropes? No matter how much training and preparation, I see as defying nature for the sake of pride.
I know some people feel very different about this, and I even dare to say, I don’t see the point of any radical sports. I’m scared of a lot of things. I don’t like roller coasters, swimming in open water or even driving in bad weather. Am I a coward? Perhaps, but I was never really tested. Is it wrong to not want to die? I just love being alive and I feel the responsibility to not be careless. I would hate to waste this life. So automatically I see all “adventures” unnecessary. Can one have just as much fun or experiences by doing something safe? But again, what is safe? I guess the things where the probability of being ok are higher than not.
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