fear always intrigues me. I have fears alright, but the wrong kind :) a fear i am working on lately, is that i actually fear to stand on my own two feet.... to truly be independent.
Today:
Interestingly i have no fear of going places that can't support me.
I see my little lake, it's a lovely sunny day, warm. The ice is rotten, i sink in two inches in slush, but the ice hard under feet and still reaches the shoreline.
I step on, it hold me easily, why not go on? I walk so happily when suddenly!
You know it did not feel cold or scary. I just stood there thigh deep (luckily the lake is very shallow) i look around and realize if while trying to climb onto the ice it would break in front of me, it is a very long way to the shore! ahhh i crawl out quite effortlessly. Still.. seeing i am not far from the opposite shore, i think of continuing... It's not fear that has me turn back the way i came from, it's common sense.....
you think i can learn from this in life?
And what is the lesson for today?
