my fear
after reading tsaongaf (mark manson’s), i felt so opened to the world. then, after watching the new doctor strange movie, i felt incredibly grateful to have read the book at the right time.
okay, don’t be wrong. this is neither a review of the movie nor the book. this is a review of my own life, which i could see is being laid in front of me after i watched that movie after reading tsaongaf.
we all have our fears. even the doctor strange has fears ….
“face your fears,” life said.
but i asked, “which fear?” and i had to wait for the answers to strike.
i guess, now it’s answered: “every fears.”
i was always confused about what my biggest fear actually is. i guess i have it now. it’s simple—if only i am willing to admit it.
my biggest fear is: opening up. speaking up.
and that fear haunts me, day by day, hour by hour, millisecond by millisecond. but i had never admitted it; i blinded myself from it. i feared my fear.
i never really realized that i have been trying to cover my fear with lying, and lying, and giving it some honey to make a stack of denial-pancakes.
so now, the question is: how am i going to face my fear(s)?
