Fear is like a big scary guy that stops you right there and… and forces you to choose something else.
“You cannot go in here,” he says with guttural voice. “Leave. Take another path, left or right. Or… back off.”
But there is another choice. You look at him squarely in the eye and say:
“No. I want to go on. I want to move on. Please kindly step aside. You’re in my way.”
Say it sincerely with confidence. And, after what feels like a millennia,…he the Mr. Fear smiles, bows a bit, and gives way.
“Go ahead,” he says. “Be my guest.”
And behind him… there’s previously an unseen door, or even open space you name it… which is your true goal. Your true happiness you always seek.
Fear, it turns out, is not an enemy.
He is a big scary friend, but he’s a true friend nonetheless. Because he makes us realize what is more important: His scary form… or something behind him, a beautiful thing, state, person…your own self even…hidden from him.
Turns out…when you truly hug and embrace your fears, they do turn into beautiful flowers…