THE ONLY THING TO FEAR
Fear. Fear never goes away.
It is always there. Lurking in the shadows. Following closely behind with its pale, yellow eyes always watching, always waiting. Waiting for the opportunity to sit beside us and tell us why our dreams will never work.
We fear too much as a race I think.
We fear failure. We fear success. We fear loving. We fear being loved.
We fear rejection. Happiness. Sadness. Death. Life.
We fear it all. We fear it all so much.
And I am one of them.
I fear failure. I fear success. I fear my purpose. I fear there is no such thing as purpose. I fear money. I fear lack. I fear love. I fear rejection. I fear life after death. I fear there is no life after death. I fear being alone forever. I fear the truth about myself. That I lack. That I am not good enough. That I will accomplish nothing.
Does fear ever leave? I don’t think so.
It will never quiet down. It will never stop talking. It will never grow tired of giving out its opinion.
But fear can only thrive in the right environment.
It operates best in the silence, the mundane, and in the stillness of inaction and passionless activity. It operates best when we are alone.
It does not like movement. It does not like action. It does not like crowds.
So we must move. We must move together.
Move towards something that sets our souls ablaze. Join up with like-minded dreamers that want to shift and shape culture. All towards a goal. All towards a dream. All towards something greater than ourselves.
We must move together and so fast towards that dream that fear does not have a chance to speak,
“Come and sit down! I have something to tell you,” Fear will say, running after you.
“We can not,” We shall reply. “We are too busy.”
We must be too busy for fear. Too focused to pay attention. Too busy encouraging each other, loving each other, and pushing each other to new levels that fear is no longer a factor. It no longer has a voice.
Our passion, our purpose, and our pursuit to shift culture with like-minded dreamers, like-minded doers, will swallow up the voice of fear. Engulf and cause it to disappear.
Fear may never leave. It may never go away.
But, together, we can outrun it. Together we are strong. Together we can change culture.
Together, we can outrun fear.
What are your thoughts on fear?
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