What am I afraid of?
I can’t really say that I am afraid of anything…other than spiders, but even that is just a simple, strong, dislike. I try my hardest to fear only what I can prevent. If I allow myself to slip into a place of failure I fear for my future. I fear, sometimes, that the bad side of my parents will show in my own life but the only thing I can do is work my hardest to not become them. I can prevent failure and if I wasn’t afraid of failing I wouldn’t be succeeding. This is a crazy spin on a simple question but I have to be honest.
I can’t say that I’m afraid of ghosts or things that go bump in the night. I’m not afraid of death and I don’t have stage fright. I used to hate rollercoasters but I don’t anymore. In fact…I went on the tower of terror, twice, this past break.
When I begin to fear something I remind myself that I’ve seen worse. If I haven’t, I work through it. I try to walk through my own feelings and self-correct. All of the female adult figures in my family are very fearful. They worry about everything from a bruise on a child’s arm to the common cold. I think that that kind of fear will leave the child in fear until he/she figures out, like I did, that not everything is the end of the world. I find it exhausting to worry about things I have no control over. If it’s flu season, wash your hands and don’t French kiss anyone who has it. If we were made to fear every situation this world would be in chaos.
I probably talked too much and told you too much but hey, I answered the question.
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