The Nature Of It doesn’t ever stop being scary. The things that make your amygd
The Nature Of It doesn’t ever stop being scary. The things that make your amygdala swell up and start sending a ticket tape bulletin of panic and anxiety from one side of your brain to the other don’t just go away, or become comfortable with familiarity. It’s not about taming your demons, overcoming your fear or reaching some zen-like state of sublime grace, where nothing can touch you and you can bear any affront, survive any pain. There’s sense in associating the fear with things, with kinks, the sweep of a hand or the tightness of the rope. To think that they’re what it’s worth being afraid of, or even that that primary step, when you first start to acknowledge these urges inside of you, that is most scary. Anxiety and nerves mixing like nitroglycerin inside your stomach, until you feel like you’re going to be sick. That if you do these things enough, the fear will go away. What you’re misunderstanding is that you can’t just distill the positive and the negative apart like that. What you’re misunderstanding is that fear isn’t a negative in the first place. It’s what drives the thrill, the unknown, the unexpected, welling up into a giant ball, just waiting to be pierced by a moment of love, or the quick smile of someone you care about. It’s scary until it’s not, until it’s scary all over again. Fear pushes you on, pulls you back, stretches you out thin and tight so that the slightest pressure feels like a thousand tonnes bearing down on your chest. There is no courage without fear, and no heroes without courage. You’re a hero every night, whether you want to be or not. -- source link
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