Courage vs Cowardice

“Courage is going from failure to failure without losing enthusiasm.” - Winston Churchill

If that is truly the definition, then I'm a terribly courageous person.


Have you ever faced a situation where you truly didn't know if how you reacted / acted was courageous or cowardice?

I've been away from blogging for several months. I've in fact strayed from writing anything, and that is more than likely cowardice. Writing forces me to face things I don't like about myself. Or rather, forces me to push away the things that keep me from writing in the first place. I've never been confident that the words that trickle out of my head are really worth anything, let alone be good enough to share. Is it now courage that brings me back to blog land? Nah, not really. I still don't think anything that I write here will be all that great. But, it will be a place that's mine again. Where the words and ideas that float around my gray matter will find another home.

So if that's cowardice, is there anything in my life that I could count as courageous? I used to believe that sticking by my loved ones was, if not courageous, at least admirable. Loyal and faithful friend to the end, that's me. So despite being used and hurt, I used to think that it took some amount of courage to stick by someone.

Then I realized that to let myself be in that position. Where a friend or loved one continuously hurt me is not courageous. It isn't even admirable. Its cowardice. Its me believing that my own feelings are not equal to that of the other persons, and even more so, its me being afraid that I'm not worth being treated better. And sometimes, its even being afraid that the other person will leave me.

But that's another post.