What is fear?
: To be afraid of (something or someone)
: To expect or worry about (something bad or unpleasant)
: To be afraid and worried
Why do we fear the unknown?
Why do we fear change?
Why do we fear our differences?
To some fear strangles them to motionlessness; to others the push gives momentum.
As simply put as possible:
“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”
Franklin D. Roosevelt
We fear death, we fear life, we fear truth, we fear consequence and it all is a waste of time.
Some put their trust in faith and are perfectly happy with that, but what when you do not have faith, you have lost hope, you are afraid of everything because of the endless supply of ‘bad’ things that happen in your life? Perhaps had you not been afraid and chosen a different path it may have gone differently? Perhaps you took the easy path and ended up feeling ‘punished’? Perhaps the path you took was the one you simply followed blindly and ended up suffering but it was your path to take in order to see things differently in the world.
As I have said before, life is suffering- accept it. Fear is only in your mind. I tell my kids all the time- ‘there is nothing, nothing to be afraid of’ because there is no point in being afraid, it is a waste of your time and in life time is precious. Usually if you assume the worst but hope for the best you should always be happy for just having done.
“Always do what you are afraid to do.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
When you see death first hand, you see life being ripped away unfairly, when you understand suffering throughout the world around you, you feel compassion (mixed with sorrow and grief) but compassion, as well as and hopefully empathy or a want to help or heal.
When you can see there is nothing to fear; then you can just live. When thinking not of you but of others and not of their opinion but of their wellbeing you can help and appreciate. When is better than being afraid? When we are not.
“Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live.”
We fear of embarrassing someone so we don’t tell them they have something on their face
We fear of hurting someone so we lie to cover the truth
We fear of losing someone so we fake to keep them happy
We fear of trying for what if we succeed and have to change our ways
We fear of failure so why try in the first place
We fear ourselves so we copy stereotypes
We fear the truth so we hide
We fear uncomfortable-ness so we smile and say were fine
People do not like my honesty, I have been labeled mean, quiet, bitchy, and negative but I am simply honest. I choose to not hide behind the fakeness society has created for us.
I have different words for the few mentioned above:
Mean=honest (the truth sometimes hurts)
Quiet=reserved (If I have nothing nice to say I will keep quiet or walk away)
Bitchy= straight forward or blunt
Negative= real (being fake and happy all the time regardless of reality is not being positive its being fake)
I’m see myself as a realist not negative, I try to look for the silver lining but I also understand that life is better when we appreciate the little things, my kids getting dressed without me asking them 10x, or eating their whole meal without a fuss, or going to bed easily and I get some me time. Or running and screaming outside with them and it doesn’t end with someone crying because they hurt themselves that’s nice too.
I tell my kids nothing is free, nothing is fair and everything is hard but their is also nothing to be afraid of either. You have to learn, to work and what life throws at you to keep going. Then keep learning and keep working because that is life but always remember to try to enjoy today any part of it because you’ll never get it back. Am I too forward, honest or real with my kids or too “negative” too “mean” some thinks so and as I also tell my children everyone is entitled to their own opinion, as am I and they. I choose honesty. I choose to respect my kids growing brains and allow them to digest the truth. Hopefully they will understand hard work, accept death, work through frustration and live in reality.
“Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom.”