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Embracing the Edge: The Dance of Fear and Faith

What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?



Fear, that subtle dance partner that twirls on the edges of our comfort zones, is a peculiar companion. Throughout life, I’ve found myself tiptoeing on the precipice of the unknown, navigating the fear that lurks in uncharted territory. The question arises: What’s the thing I’m most scared to do now, in this seasoned chapter of life?

As a seasoned voyager of scary endeavors, the paradox emerges. With every leap of faith taken in the past, the looming question of what frightens me now lingers. In the dance of experience, the leaps should be easier, more assured. However, as the years accumulate, so does the perceived weight of potential loss. It’s a mental calculus, a Taurus executive’s meticulous run-through of permutations—rationality interwoven with caution.

The paradox deepens. The very essence of aging, with its accumulation of achievements and possessions, can create an illusion of having more to lose. The stakes seem higher, the threshold for risk more daunting. Yet, in the midst of this internal tango, the truth surfaces: sometimes, despite the fear and the amassed treasures, a leap of faith is warranted.

The exhilaration and trepidation intermingle, creating a symphony of emotions that reverberates within the chest. It’s a reminder that being alive isn’t merely an existence within the known and secure. It’s about embracing the unknown, feeling the pulse of uncertainty, and leaping into the abyss with a willingness to defy the gravitational pull of fear.

What would it take to embark on this daunting journey? It requires summoning the courage born from the past leaps, acknowledging the knots of fear, and, most importantly, recognizing that the feeling of trepidation is a testament to vitality. It’s a reminder that, even in the face of uncertainty, the heart still quickens, and the soul remains untamed.

The key lies in acknowledging the fear, running through the rational permutations, and then taking that decisive step forward. The relief that follows isn’t just a sigh—it’s a profound exhalation of the spirit, a reaffirmation of life’s pulse coursing through one’s veins.

In the grand ballet of existence, fear and faith twirl as reluctant partners. Yet, as the seasoned dancer steps to the edge, fear transforms into a catalyst for exhilaration. The heart races not just from trepidation but from the sheer joy of feeling alive in the face of the unknown.

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  1. Funny – I have that fear (and do it anyway) every time I publish a novel: did I overdo it? Will someone think me foolish or pretentious? Will anyone read and recommend? Will they consider their reading time well-spent.

    I keep a FEAR Journal.

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