Fearless

My year started 15,000 feet in the air staring out the window of a small plane overstuffed with mad people ready to take a leap to feel something that they couldn’t feel with their feet firmly planted on the ground. I watched as those closest to the cabin’s exit disappeared into the partitioned patches of grass shaded in green, yellow and orange. I approached the cabin door and waited for my heart to start racing, waited for it to start pounding vigorously as if it would burst through my chest. For a second, I thought it would never come and then I stepped off the plane and into the air and there it was, hiding discretely behind a blue jump suit, a heart beating with conviction. In this moment of uncertainty, despite all my precautions there was no guarantee that the landing would be as planned but I remained bold, fearless even.

Several months have passed and I haven’t exactly lived up to this boldness that lead me to leap off the plane. If anything, I’ve been quite timid; I’ve shied away from activities with moderate risk attached or any activities that would take me outside routine.

It’s natural to feel fear, but you can’t let it control or limit you.  There’s a need to recognize the courage you have within yourself to do things you wouldn’t otherwise be able to do. Fear is a debilitating thing, recognize it for what it is, the underestimation of ourselves superimposed in plain sight, and move on. Time shouldn’t be wasted wading in fear, progress can only be found via fearlessness.