If you look up the word cowardice, it’s described as the lack of bravery. Cowardice could therefore be interpreted as a choice, the choice of not being brave. The choice of rather hiding than facing your problems and fears.

I am a coward from many points of view. I’m afraid of heights, I’m afraid of doing anything too “crazy”, I’m afraid of being hurt, I’m even afraid of the dark (or rather the absence of light). But, that doesn’t mean I’m not also brave, I couldn’t have made it this far without facing at least one of the things that frighten me! I didn’t choose to embrace my cowardice, I only accepted it as a part of me.

So far, I’ve  tried to face as many of my fears as I could! And they slowly become less scary every single time! 🙂

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