Friday afternoon in human geography we went over mainly the
definitions that we did the night before for homework. We talked about arête,
and the date 508 BC, but there was one thing that interested me the most, the
death of Socrates. You can’t help but admire if someone had the courage to not
only stand up for their beliefs but to die for them. And the thing is he didn’t
put up a fight, he didn’t try to run away when he had so many opportunities to
do so, he accepted the death so freely that it makes me belief it is the pure definition
of courage. Everyone wanted Socrates to do the simple thing and just say he was
sorry, even if he wasn’t all he had to do was say it, but he denied the easy way
out and he chose his beliefs over his life. While his followers, his friends
and family cried over his decisions he freely chose the cup of liquid that
would lead to a painful and terrible death. You can’t help but admire the pure
courage and solitude of Socrates and I can without a doubt say he is one of the
bravest men in history.
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