Over the last few months I have been told a number of times that I am very brave. I won’t go into the details as to why, but it got me thinking, what does ‘being brave’ actually mean and do we ever appreciate what being brave might mean to someone else?
A person’s level of endurance for pain or danger are relevant only to themselves. By this, I mean stroking a small puppy for one person could be equal to another person’s interaction with a great white shark, but how often do we take this into consideration in our day to day life, how often do you think about how brave a person might be having to be that day?
There are some people who might be facing painful medical conditions, dealing with loss, pain, facing dangers in their life that you’d never imagine, just because a person doesn’t tell you about it, or you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it isn’t there.
How often do you take a thought like that into consideration when you are interacting with another person?
I suppose what I am reflecting on, is should we be more considerate of others, knowing that everyone is fighting their own invisible battles and being brave to face their own demons each day, no matter how big or small they may seem to us.