An anonymous follower of my blog mentioned something about my last post. This person thought that fearful defecation is more about what skunks and cats do than about getting rid of "excess baggage." Good point. A very evolutionary thought and now we know why poop stinks!
He, he.
But let's get back to fear.
Eleanor Roosevelt said that we must conquer our fears, attain the courage to go on to the next. Only then are we truly free.
I agree.
Think about your own life and the progression of your fears. At young ages, we have more imagined fears than real fears. A couple weekends ago my six-year-old nephew stayed with us. There were two instances in which he was fearful. The first: at 1:30am he came knocking on our door to explain that he was afraid. The second: he would not go downstairs into our basement by himself. I'm not certain what exactly he imagined was lurking in the bedroom he slept in or what harbored in the basement, but at some point, as he gets older, he will face those fears, conquer them and will be set free from the monsters he imagines are there.
Each time we beat a fear, the reward is confidence and strength. When we overcome a fear, we are ready to meet the next one. And let me tell you. They are everywhere you turn. Fear of getting H1N1, fear of terrorism, fear of losing your job.
But how do we beat these fears? What is the strategy?
Courage and discipline.
You can't go pussy-footing around. You have to trust yourself. Know that if that thing happens that you are fearful of, you will be able to handle it. Courage makes you alive and it will set you free.
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