Category Archives: fear
“The important thing is not being afraid to take a chance. Remember, the greatest failure is to not try. Once you find something you love to do, be the best at doing it.”
– Debbi Fields, founder of Mrs. Fields Cookies
All of life is a first. Even if you’ve done something before, you’ve never done it now, on this day, feeling this way, in these conditions, with these particular limitations and advantages. Let that awareness be grace. Let it be a peace that surpasses all understanding. Let it be the seed of kindness, toward yourself and everybody else. And let it be just enough to help you tolerate the discomfort of being fully alive.
– Dr. Kelly Flanagan, “The Most Important Choice You’ll Ever Make“
The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them-words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were In your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.
The small man builds cages for everyone he knows. But the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, drops keys all night long for the beautifull and rowdy prisoners.
– Hafiz, 14th century poet
Half of my life is gone, and I have let
The years slip from me and have not fulfilled
The aspirations of my youth, to build
Some tower of stone with lofty parapet.
Not indolence, nor pleasure not the fret
Of restless passions that would not be stilled,
But sorrow, and a care that almost killed,
Kept me from what I may accomplish yet;
Though, half-way up the hill, I see the Past
Lying beneath me with its sounds and sights, —
A city in the twilight dim and vast,
With smoking roffs, soft bells, and gleaming lights, —
And hear above me on the autumnal blast
The cataract of Death far thundering from the heights.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
* Mezzo Camin, halfway up the road. [Italian] Dante uses this phrase in Divine Commedia to signify the middle of his life, a period of lost ideals, moral disillusionment, and wasted efforts.
Our minds try to protect us from any large or small change, including increased happiness – especially increased happiness. Our minds perceive even happiness as a threat to our accustomed struggle.
– SARK, Making Your Creative Dreams Real