Fear. Perhaps the most debilitating word in any language. Such a small word for such a strong emotion and an even stronger ability to paralyze us in our tracks. Even though we’re adults now and we know that the boogey man doesn’t exist and that things are rarely as bad as we imagine them to be, fear still grips us and causes us to doubt the knowing voice that’s on the inside of us. The voice that has seldom been wrong or off-track. The voice that has been as constant as breathing and sometimes as life-sustaining.
I’ve learned that fear thrives in the dark. In those secluded places that we dare allow anyone to venture. Those dark corners in the attics and basements of our lives. We’ve been too afraid to pull the cover off of it because we’ve come to believe that there really might be something there that can hurt us. Well, it can’t. We’ve made up stories in our minds and given the fear more power than it deserves or even warrants. It’s only when light hits it that we realize that what looked like an old dead corpse was actually a wire hanger tangled in an upside down mop leaning against the wall. Fear is banking on you staying afraid instead of facing it head on.
Your source of light be a conversation with a friend or relative. It might be God. It might be an inspirational poem or blog post. It might even be that genius voice inside of you whispering “turn on the light”. Whatever the light is for you and whatever gives you courage, turn it on. Go on. Turn on the light.