She taught me that there were two ways to be brave. The one that borders with stupidity, whilist the other can be mistaken for cowardice.
You know the first one, it’s the obvious for everyone. Fighting a dragon, to walk into a fire to save someone, or quiting it all to follow your dream.
But she told me that courage can also be to chill and play dead near to a grown bear, answering violence without violence, or trying to make comedy for hopeless people.
She said that anyone can act bravely in a moment of madness, but it’s a matter of wise to do it sober.
So, how do you know what actions make you cross the line from “a brave man/woman” to “a fool”? Or when running away doesn’t make you a coward?
That really depends on the perception of the storyteller.