fear
It’s a pillow fight
between rejection and fear.
They’re concrete pillows.
No one is completely fearless. Not even… me.
What keeps us up, crashes our wagon, or freezes us solid and blocks us from taking action?
Despite my outward appearance of total, uber-confidence and cool demeanor, “even internet posters have their moments of doubt”. (thanks Tom Robbins)
Over the years we learn to hide our fear so well, sometimes we can’t even see it ourselves; and our own feelings are like a stranger’s to us. (thanks Eugène Ionesco)
I prefer to face my fears, weaknesses, and insecurities and call them out. This way, I know what I am dealing with. And somehow that shrinks them down to a size I can step on. 😉 (thanks Shiva)
Do our defeats bring us down? or prod us into trying harder, or smarter, or just again?
In a way, I am like those toys that right themselves and bounce back up ready for another round.
Game on.
Here’s an early haiku and story from the Hopefuls series. Of the many “spin-offs” that occurred on the Seattle Missed Connections, I have to say the original was my overall favorite.
