Fears

The list goes on,

And on,

And on.

We know what they are.

We know which ones belong to those we love.

We know what it does to a person.

We have seen in the eyes of animals.

We have seen it influence the growth of children.

We watch it whip an entire country into shape.

We listen as they become passed down from the generation before.

We allow the media to intensify our fears.

We allow our fears to overcome us, internally.

We, sometimes, become capable of facing them.

We can handle a particular level of pressure, especially when we are aware that the fear is common.

Fear can run a lonely person into the arms of an abusive partner.

Fear can back any animal into a corner.

Fear strips a child of their confidence to speak, especially when they need help.

Fear can deteriorate the idea of living a normal life.

There also lies the notion that a life sprinkled with fear is “normal”, since everyone is afraid of something.

Including myself.

But, the fact that we have the opportunity to strengthen our minds in an effort to spiritually find ease in multiple avenues of life, is denied by many.

This fact is denied by those who’s fear provides them with an unseeable sense of stability and self.

It is never too late, however, to chose to flip the neurological switch from fear to, what I like to call, fire.

I don’t believe all fear is bad.

In fact, it is a fear that drives me forward in my quest for financial abundance:

The fear of being unable to provide my Mom with the home of her dreams.

See, this fear is not as manipulating as others.

It’s this “fire” that drives me everyday once my eyes open, to continue the road to lasting success.

My truest fear is becoming diagnosed with an incurable disease, leaving me to live out the rest of my days as handicap, under the care and supervision of humans who would eventually come to resent my existence.

This fear could easily take over my character.

I could be the person who wears gloves to any and every occasion.

I could be the person who never leaves the house, because of the uncertainty of sickness.

I could even be the person who NEVER shakes hands with the people they meet, or refuse to aid a struggling child or animal due to risk of ill exposure.

Or, I can be who I am.

I can leave home to soak in the heat of the sun. I can hold a baby close, and pet a puppy.

I’ve been told I give some of the best hugs and handshakes, in which I take pride.

The genuinely affectionate person I am would disappear if I dared to move through life supposedly untouched.

For now, a travel sized hand sanitizer will subside the environmental triggers in my day-to-day.

It’s in this way that this fear does not control me. I control it.