FEAR

One’s deepest fear could be anything.
As a child, I remember being too scared of staying in a room alone because I was made to believe masquerades would come out of the ant holes to devour my testicles because I was not yet initiated into manhood. Some day later, my fear was unmasked. And I remember passing the same myth down to my immediate younger ones, manipulating their inexperienced to letting go some of their candy, or whatever they wouldn’t give up easily. Today we laugh over it.

Some peoples’ deepest fear could be their partner leaving them for good. They would do everything; show all the love and affection; do all the right things, and those they shouldn’t; lose their self esteem – but never standing up to their truest fear. Consequently, they live a very miserable life, and inconspicuously ruining it all for everyone around them.

There are those whose deepest fear is death. The fact that someday they will be no more; they become tied or even subservient to anything that promises longevity; become germ phobic. But ironically those same substances that promise only good soon become a source of death, because living is in itself a process of death. But I say; “Memento mori” (remember that you must die): no matter how long it takes, whether you master your fear, or not. So, why not?

The fear of growing old, the fear of loneliness, the fear of losing influence, the fear of the unknown; these are all instances in our lives that we must learn to face, more because one way or the other we cannot avoid their rather persistent marching into the stronghold of our lives. Running away from one may be as pointless as running away from the other, and facing one may only reveal a shadow that would barely stand the light of the human will.
One’s deepest fear may be fear itself, and often times fear amounts to nothing.

J.Ifeme

Comments

  1. fear needs to be pushed out of the way... tho there's always something to be afraid of, its good to fight fear to the face, sometimes

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