What frightens you? What is it that paralyzes you into inaction? Remember when you felt invincible? I can. I was young and thought nothing could do me harm. Until that day…..
Pause here for a comment regarding fear: Like courage, there is a fine line between a healthy fear and complete stupidity.
Permit me offer examples:
- Healthy fear means you don’t walk into a pen full of alligators. Why? Because you will become lunch or at least a snack.
- Stupidity means that you, not only walk into a pen full of alligators, but will also hanging chickens from you in hopes of getting their attention.
- Healthy courage is when you heart the warning of a rattlesnake, photograph said snake, and move on leaving it undisturbed.
- Stupidity is when you hear the warning of a rattlesnake, photograph said snake, grab it by the tail, poke at it with a stick (or fingers or any other parts you want to poke at it), and then gasp in amazement when you are bitten right in the backside when you weren’t looking.
What I’m saying is this, when did we become SO very cautious that we stop living? I see people every day who are terrified to drive the speed limit or are scared to death take the slightest chance. If we were put here on this rock to hide and hope to live longer because we never attempt anything then what boring creatures we are. I contend that, for whatever reason, we all have a touch of stupidity in our blood stream and at some point in our lives we “wise up” and stop living.
Understand, I do not, in the least, support senseless acrobatic idiocy. I do, however, support that adventurous part of us that we seem to have locked away (or shot or perhaps banished). What’s the point of life without living?