There is Nothing to Fear but Fear Itself (And Everything Else in the Universe)

Somebody far wiser than I once claimed that there is nothing to fear but fear itself.

I would like to propose an amendment to such a statement:

There is nothing to fear but fear itself… and everything else in the universe.

And I mean everything.

All the people, all the places and all the things under the sun, all coming with their own forms of fear, some of it helpful, some of it not so much.

Think of public speaking, social gatherings, striking up a conversation with someone you’re attracted to, or being assertive when the moment calls.

Then there are all those sundry other situations when fear threatens (and often succeeds!) to keep us barely treading water in the shallow, stagnant pool of our so-called comfort zone.

That fear is mostly unhelpful, unproductive, holds us back, keeps us down.

On the other side of town, there’s another kind of fear.

It’s the fear of being hit by a truck, or being electrocuted, or poisoned, or stabbed, or shot, or generally getting our ass kicked in some fashion or another.