Fear is a powerful force.
There are rational fears. There are irrational fears. There is biology and there is psychology.
Fear leaves us awake at night. Fear makes us run. Fear can consume us.
How often are we anxious, frustrated, looking forward to something coming up, unhappy with ourselves, unhappy with others?
How often are we not happy with what’s going on in this present moment?
It’s been a few years since I graduated from Uni, but it is far from a distant memory and the feeling of complete chaos is still very fresh from those totally irresponsible, ‘glory’ years of frantic cramming.
We live in a world where we are constantly waiting.
We normally think of fear as something that’s holding us back, or something to be avoided … but what if we could see it as a powerful tool?
We’re constantly struggling with the past, in so many ways:
When I saw first Terry, a Cairn terrier, I was nine years old and thought to myself, "I love you and want you to be happy forever." We did everything together, from taking walks to Terry begging me to play with her while I was going through mountains of homework. However, I never expected to be using past tense when talking about a dog who was seven last year.
My personal problem was trying to figure out if forgiveness for myself and my friends was an option after my friends and I failed to save my dog when a Newfoundland attacked her when we were trick-or-treating my junior year.