Atleast 3 ways in which cowardice can be a good thing
- it makes me hyper attuned to my surroundings
- potential danger is hard for me to miss, so there’s a potential to actually mentally and emotionally work through any situation that I think might be bad, and as a result become a person who can only act in alignment, and move as a more peaceful human being.
- it makes me accompany fear a lot and learn how fear itself is not bad or the thing to fight. Being a coward it has taught me that it’s often times an under valued misunderstood feeling and mechanism that deserves as much love and attention as any other feeling and mechanism like love and joy.
- it makes me want to include and understand other peoples fear and would make me less of a bulldozer and bypasser. So I would developer the potential of being present with peoples freeze, and peoples fear without needing it to go away, or change.
- I won’t have to stop disconnecting from people when they feel fear since I’d be okay with and accustomed to it.
- it makes me understand others who are like that and have compassion instead of looking down on others who aren’t brave courageous or successful.
- less likely to take reckless and impulsive active actions that could get me into trouble in the physical world
- it means that I’m good at measuring power, which can be utilised in amazing ways. When one knows where power(the ability to create what is wanted) lies, it’s easier to find resources and especially resource people, and also makes me good at noticing peoples strengths and weaknesses. Helpful for others and helpful for me.
- it makes it harder for me to enable people doing things that are wrong for the, since their area of power is so incredibly apparent to me
- I move physically less which is nice for the over populated planet
- it helped me consider not having kids which is also nice for the planet.
- brave people might be inspired into transformation by experiences, but I get inspired to do it though fear and worry, in the end I get there too but the way is different.
- I know like no other how it feels to feel incapable which makes me less of a jeez why aren’t you just doing it I’m doing it person
- one can’t know what is black without knowing white, and as such by being an emotional/mental/physical/ coward I know what it’s like to be brave in all these areas, unlike a person who always has been a brave and courageous person. There’s tremendous meaning in there for me too.
- I don’t need to actually go outside to find things to work on internally so I can be comfy in my bed and work literally from whenever I have time wherever I have time, I’m not dependent on life giving me anything to agonise over at all, I’m plenty sufficient at doing that myself.
- of my mind can generate cowardice this powerfully, to the point I don’t live my life and am in my house all the time, then it can generate bravery and courage just as strongly as well.
- I always, have more to gain
- since I’m afraid all the time it also makes me recognise how I can learn from literally anyone and anything at anytime. There’s a humbleness in it. Clearly I don’t know it all. There’s a space that’s being opened to become an eternal student instead of a teacher which is very gentle soft and kind
- it makes me walk the planet a bit more gently and considerate
- it makes me open for things people normally wouldn’t want to consider which has added wildly interesting things to my life, since I’m pretty much in fear already there’s not much to lose perspective wise
- cowardice can be a good ego gate keeper cause it’ll always notice my place and when someone else in the moment is more superior than me (like in maybe skill, knowledge etc) which can upon notice be used as a temple bell to shift into openness to learn from them and or receive
- being very rigid in my mind being a coward gives me a lot of opportunity to keep trying with questioning my beliefs so it’s a wonderful ally to the imbalances that I currently have
- it gives someone else a moment to shine
- it gives me time to do other things than being busy being a leader which I’m not very interested in. Without my cowardice I might have never noticed that a lot of things in my life are not for me, and guides me towards what is for me.
- it’s been helping me come to terms with things I can’t control, and accept that pain and death in ways I didn’t want could happen. The acceptance of that brings a wonderful grace ironically. And an appreciation. A relief that I don’t control my life and how my death happens even when I think I do. Such a relief.
- I don’t control anything and it’s a relief, is what it is. Even in mt relationships I can only do my best but I can’t control the actual outcome of it.
- it gives me time and space to admire the bravery of other humans and beings.
- there’s a part of me that values what’s right for me or someone else more than my pride in that, like it’s not shameful to that part to end soemthing, quit or leave a situation, there’s a wisdom of stillness in it. Going forward isn’t always the right thing. And it teaches me there’s never a safety net. All I can do is accept what’s gonna come, and that the worst thing that can ever happen is just a thought anyway.
- because I’m too afraid to move I sometimes move inward, and it has shifted some things in ways I’m very grateful for. Or made me decide to make a different decision, something I didn’t consider if I wasn’t forced to deal with my fear first.
- it makes me like myself a lot more when I actually deal with and am in a good unconditional relationship with fear instead of bulldozing it. I’m glad that cowardice is like a partner that makes me work with it first before doing anything else. I like living in that way and if it wasn’t for my cowardice I don’t think I would’ve done it. I like how much more kind it makes me to myself and other people when I do work with it.
- I love how much kindness and empathy and compassion it evokes when I do work with it, no human being can be too bad or monstrous in that and I love that, it makes me connected with everyone and everything. Instead of wondering if I belong to people, if they love me, if they _____ it’ll make me say all people belong with me. Etc.
- it makes me inclusive instead of exclusive. Funny enough it might be the fastest route to everything I’ve ever wanted because all I wanted most, is to regain those qualities. Maybe living bravely in the world wouldn’t have done it for me who knows. Maybe this way is the most meaningful for me.
- it makes me think of solutions that aren’t violent. It brings a softness.
- in situations where a person shouldn’t overstep, I’m the gal to call
- there’s a natural pull to stillness. Which if developed more could make me a combination of both movement and stillness. Or movement out of stillness. A walking temple.
- I might get so tired of the me story over and over again that I relinquish it.
- there’s something very strong and fierce in stillness, opening up and giving my self up. It opens me up to become a vehicle instead of a me.
- is disrupts the me cause all of a sudden there’s a focus on outside the me.
- it makes other people seem like geniuses when solutions for me are so simple. Gives me trust in others.
- makes me rely on others and receive support connection and companionship. Reminds me of my interdependence which is a sweet place to be in.