It is at times amusing, at times possibly frightening, and almost always interesting, to consider the variations in the types of danger that different people face in their daily lives.
Sometimes, feelings of danger can go hand in hand with polar opposite feelings. One example could be easily found in this painting, for instance. Amidst the beauty of nature, you have wildflowers and luxurious blooms, even in the trees. However, if one imagines oneself alone, far away on the edge of a dark and shadowy forest, feelings of danger can readily appear.
There are many sorts of danger to consider: war, monsters, car accidents, to be sure. But there are also other sorts of danger, dare we say, milder sorts? Something like Jane Austen, for example, was keen to explore in her books:
To be in company, nicely dressed herself and seeing others nicely dressed, to sit and smile and look pretty, and say nothing, was enough for the happiness of the present hour. Jane Fairfax did look and move superior; but Emma suspected she might have been glad to change feelings with Harriet, very glad to have purchased the mortification of having loved—yes, of having loved even Mr. Elton in vain—by the surrender of all the dangerous pleasure of knowing herself beloved by the husband of her friend. -Jane Austen, Emma