Fear

Fear dictates most of the waking day. Fear of failure. Fear of embarrassment. Fear of not being enough or of being too much. Fear of meaninglessness. Fear or financial ruin or identity loss or physical fear or any thousands of other types of fear. We are absolute aliens to ourselves. We evolved in a world of predators and instinct. At some point, hundreds of thousands of years after our arrival, we’re asked to put that aside and find meaning in all of this. We’re asked to abandon that very thing which saved us. Our birthright. Our ancestral gift. We are placed in an ever changing world and set free. Animals on parade. And through this, we try our very best to mask fear or use fear as fuel. But fear is not a house cat you can toy with. It’s a black vapor that engulfs you. Your ideas of confronting it are not novel, nor will they likely be effective.

Fear is what paralyzes most people. Not the actual thing, but the idea of fear. The uncontrollable world around them. The failure to yield to what they wish the world to become. I have yet to figure out how to escape this loop. It goes on endlessly, whether I am conscious of it or not.