Fear

Miraculous are the gates that open for the fearless. Remarkable are the doors that shut in the face of fear.

It’s like sitting in the middle of a foyer of a multistory mansion in the middle of Aruba in the middle of an easy, breezy day with the Beach Boys playing softly somewhere in the distance. It’s like sitting there and walling yourself in with child-proof safety gates, same as the one I bought Zoe off Diapers.com. It’s like locking yourself in a playpen and ripping off your fingernails in anxiety while hundreds of rooms beg quietly and earnestly to be explored…

There’s life (Aruba, including aforementioned mansion), there’s fear (the gates), and then there’s you (… still you.) There’s you, trapped in a bubble of unspeakable terror.

Throw down the gates! Aruba awaits.

The rest of the world too.

Fear is such an insidious poison that slips into our lives under a million different guises with such subterfuge that we don’t even realize it’s fear. Think you’re angry? That started in fear. Cynical? Skeptical? Fear. Depressed? Fear. Arrogant? Oh you think you got one there, but no, still fear.

Why do devout atheists become outraged at the notion of a God, for example? Fear of being wrong. Anyone can have his beliefs, but the only cause of offense is fear. What if there is no God? Then everyone who believed looks stupid.

And well. So what? We have no problem believing in science, even though the possibility of being proven wrong in science is virtually guaranteed. After all, the only means of making progress in the field is to disprove or adjust some preconceived notion. And yet we do not ridicule Newton for not theorizing general relativity.

I’m not attempting to make any religious statement but merely suggesting that we generalize this approach and apply it to everyday life. Just as scientific progress is a learning process, so is the rest of life. I haven’t met a single one of us that isn’t stupid in some respect. Heck, if Newton didn’t figure it all out, who could?

So storm the walls, kick down the baby gates. They’re too small for us anyway.

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