WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE BRAVE?
It would be an understatement to say that within my first week in India I was chewed up and spat out with a totally different perspective of my life.
I came here with no major expectations but the opportunity to learn – thinking I was just going to be immersed in yoga and Ayurveda, I soon found out my lmy lessons were to be of a different nature.
It all began with a scooter…
Yep, that wasn’t a typo. You read correctly… A scooter.
So how did a scooter play such a significant role in my experience in India? Well, it kicked my ass! Let me explain…
I had never ridden a scooter, apart from a 1hr lesson before jumping on board on the dusty roads of Goa. My instinct, coupled with fear and lack of self-belief (and lack of riding skill!) left me very nervous… Nervous the point that during confusing situations in traffic panicked and crashed not once, but twice.
Maybe it was a lack of courage in my ability, or maybe I just knew it wasn’t the right time for me, but eventually I gave in and said ‘no-more’ to the scooter despite the clear benefits of having my own mode of transport.
Over tea one evening myself and two friends were chatting about the topic of virtues and what they are. And it was in this moment that I realised the virtue of bravery was the hero in my Instory journey, thus far.
I had initially felt cowardly,swear, scared even a little childish for giving in and ditching the scooter. I had thought it was embarrassing, despite the clear gut-feeling I was having that it just wasn’t my time.
As we discussed the virtue of bravery I realised, instead, what I have done was actually quite brave. I had been afraid. I admitted that. I stepped towards the fear and decided to come at it with some self-love instead. It wasn’t for me and admitting that actually took more courage than getting on the bike in the first place. When I first got on the bike the key driver was desire and expectation that I should do what others were doing. It wasn’t a true goal to ride around on a bike. That as someone else’s desire that I had borrowed and attempted to wear as my own.
When every people talks about bravery we often hear things such as:
“bravery is not the absence of fear but action in the face of it”
“be strong nd brave, even if you are not, pretend to be! Then the bravery will come after”
Now, I don’t think these are wrong, in fact there is truth in it all. But I now realise that perhaps bravery is also having the strength to ask for help, to admit when something isnt right, to step away, to love yourself… To respect yourself.
Life is amazing, isn’t it? To think I learnt all this from a scooter…
What moments in your life has bravery come to the forefront? What does bravery mean to you?
Saha to you,