For many years, I have walked confidently on the stones in the stream, believing the fall not that deep, won’t hurt that much.
The truth is that the fall might not be very deep, might not hurt at all – it’s the fear of the fall that worms it’s way into the squirmy regions of my brain. That’s where all fear starts – somewhere deep inside the brain which is supposed to warn us of danger. We begin to feel it all though our bodies.
I come from a legacy of anxiety.
I, however, have never subscribed to the fear. I’ve never allowed it to control me or my life. In fact, I pushed back by crashing through obstacles of all sorts, by caving, and diving with sharks, traveling to far away places, and teetering on the edge of canyons for selfies. Yes, I’m one of those!
This past year, however, those rocks seem far more precarious than I ever noticed. The water rushes past so quickly, loosening the stones, unsteadying the path.
When I take one step at a time, I’m okay. If I look at the other side, if I concern myself with two or three stones ahead, I begin to panic.
Walk steady. Walk slowly. Head high. Believe it will all be okay. The other side is nearer than it seems.
4 thoughts on “Fear”
Another wonderful piece, Noreen. Anxiety can shackle. You’ve done some impressive things to unshackle.
😊❤ Thanks, Ron
Very nice….thank you for that inspirational piece !!
Thank you for reading!