To those who live on the edge, fear is the starters gun that propels them forward and causes them to jump over the cliff of the known, into a dark bottomless pit that may or may not hold any promise.
To those who are comfortable in the confines of the tried and tested, fear is an immobilising agent. They get stuck in the rut. They are more than willing to complain passionately about their situation, but are unable to bring themselves to open that door into the unknown. The word 'evolution' is as strange to them as a chicken's urine is, to a poultry farmer.
What does this four letter word mean? A professor of psychology will tell you that it has something to do with your sub-conscious mind. That your mind is capable of playing tricks on you so that you begin to amplify an otherwise minute problem into a mountain of fear. She might even bring in the element of your childhood and tell you that you are fixated and are therefore unable to adventure into the dark.
The lack of satisfaction will drive you into the arms of a witch doctor. While showering you with the blood of a black lamb and spitting his slimy, smelly saliva into the palms of your hands, he will read the patten of your veins. He will stifle a chuckle. He will suffocate the laugh that is struggling to force itself out of his fat padded throat. In a voice that is foreign to his being, he will declare that you have inherited the fear of your fore fathers. That, your clan has long produced non achievers. That your situation is doomed by the hand of fate. Whatever you do will result in the failure that is the bane of your existence.
You will trudge home and head to the bathroom wondering about the blood that pulsates in your veins. As you pass that mirror on the wall you notice something about your eyes. There is this intense look that betrays your hunger for more out of life.
As you ponder on this seemingly insurmountable issue called fear, your heart beats to a different sound. Slowly, ever so slowly, your eureka moment hits you with the force of a thousand watts. The fear that you fear resides in your mind. Maybe that professor was right.
It matters not. What matters now is the realisation that you are the creator of your fear. You give birth to it; you nurture it. When it overwhelms you, you suffocate yourself and you die to your true potential.
Like that man of old, you want to ran naked in the streets, proclaiming to all and sundry that you now have the answer: Fear resides in me for as long as I give it sustenance.
That is the profound realisation that you come to. The soothing voice of Mark Twain floats in the air:Do the thing you fear most and the death of fear is certain.
We must summon the courage to face our fears otherwise we shall timidly go through life. Life was meant to be faced with boldness.
There is magic in boldness. when you approach life with boldness, doors will open and the you in you will live a full and happy existence.
Prepare your mind for the greatest battle known to man. Husband your troops.Study the battle field and declare war on fear. Let the battle cry echo in the arena. Death to fear!!! Death to fear!!!!!
Fear will die!
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