To Fear To Fear

Litany Against Fear by Frank Herbert

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

Fear is an important mind capability of a human being. Fear is my inner signpost for danger. Fear equips me with a powerful ammunition of an ability to recognise on time a potential threat preventing from the risk of unwanted events. Fear is also an unpleasant sensation that immediately impacts my behaviours when a danger appears on a horizon.

The light and the darkness of fear lay in the duality of its impact, the light hue alarms me about potential threats, enabling to recognise the seriousness of a scene and encourages my basic instincts to take over; the dark shadow has the capability to strip me down from courage, pride, self-awareness and the alertness to picture the reality in its optimal conditions.

What happens when fear no longer serves me? The sleepless nights filled with criticism that my micro-analytical mind works its way back to interpret every single event of the passing day, constantly working, continuously translating and redefining every moment according to the measures of doubt and criticism.

Feeling fear is only good when it saves my life. This is the ONE and ONLY reason when the gut feeling shall be the ruler, the guardian and the advisor of my actions. Repeating it once again, this is the ONLY time, just to set the reminder in the event of any other scenarios fogged by self-doubt, unexplained worries, minimised self-esteem or the feeling of being an imposer, fear no longer serves me. It is the secret distractive force of everything what I have worked for, desired to achieve or wished to experience. The slow and hidden assassin of that slow regression that loves silence and grows stronger with every well-kept secret.

To Fear,

Thank you for appearing in moments of my life when I really needed that direction towards listening my basic instincts of self-protection. Thank you for saving me from danger and threat. I acknowledge that we might meet up again maybe even on several occasions sooner or later. I respect you, however, I am not your servant. You do not serve me any more. I am strong enough to trust myself and recognise the moments that you might try to trick my mind preventing me from doing what I desire to do but simply might need that soft tap of confidence on my shoulders. I am fine and do not need you on such occasions. I will acknowledge your presence but you will never take over the driver seat…. watching you slowly fading away….

Me x