A good existential crisis has a way of putting pretty much everything into perspective.
I’ve always been somewhat of a “confidante” to people, ever since I was quite young. I feel this has to do with a number of things about my personality that I’m only now beginning to grasp…but something like an aggressive cancer that got into your lymph nodes has a way of adding a heightened sense to your perspective.
I’ve had people pretty shocked about my story with the breast cancer, what all was happening, how I managed to fix myself and recreate myself in a higher vibration, how the doctors later told me it was a miracle or that I am a miracle, et cetera…but that’s not the story I’m telling today. What I wanted to say is that people have been overly kind in assuming that I am or telling me that I am “fearless.”
I wish I could say that was true.
I think it’s human to have fears, though. As much as I’ve questioned how I could possibly be from this planet at all due to my world views being diametrically opposed to how things are on Earth, I am.
I’m a real flesh and blood human being who experiences very real fears, just like anyone else.
And I also think that anyone who says that they don’t is probably not communicating effectively. I don’t mean to be too much of a perfectionist here, but “fearless” is extremely improbable.
Life is fluid. Feelings change, just as clouds pass.
All I can personally claim is that all though I experience fear from time to time, I make the choice not to keep myself locked in a prison of despair. I do not dwell on these things. I try to push them out of my body by burning up the stress hormones in a constructive way…like yoga, hiking, or dancing.
So, as much as I appreciate the sincerity of the compliment, I must say that I am definitely not fearless.
I think it’s important to differentiate these things because I know how hard a person can be on themselves. I’m one of those people who tends to be harder on herself than I probably should be. – Or that’s at least what a lot of other people have said to me over the years. I’m thinking back on it all now and realizing that there were times that I actually felt badly over the fact that I was experiencing one fear or another.
Isn’t fear bad enough on its own?
So yeah…I don’t kick myself down like that anymore now that I realize what an unrealistic expectation I’d be forcing on myself (on any level) by simply trying to be “fearless.”
- lacking fear.
“a fearless defender of freedom”Or perhaps -
- not deterred by danger or pain; brave.
“her courageous human rights work”
Courageous feels better, all around, to me. Courageous is realistic and purposed, unlike fearless.
Does “fearless” exist?
I think so! I think fearless can happen in a moment or for a period of time.
Fearlessness is what creates enough adrenaline in a situation to pull off an improbable feat. However, fearlessness, like all other states of being are transitory.
I would prefer to be known as “courageous” anyway. It takes courage to be present in the “here and now.”
Courage is what it takes to stand before it all with conviction in the face of fear. Courage is what is required as a prerequisite to the state of fearlessness. Courage is what it takes to let yourself off the hook for being human and feeling uncomfortable emotions come up, such as fear.
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