Fear is a tough one. We live in a world where fear is a commodity that powers governments, businesses, hell, all life as we know it. Fear of hunger, fear of death, fear of whatever. All the way up until fear of being slightly uncomfortable.
I’d courageously state that I speak with authority on this. Out of my entire circle of friends (I’m casting a net as wide as 500 Facebook friends) I know only two other people who decided to sell and give everything away and go travel (or, as it seems to be at the moment, live abroad). One of those people is a friend from university who was partially an inspiration to do this. The other is my fiancée who’s been travelling with me for three years.
Later, I’ve left everything behind, including her (temporarily) to work on my startup in San Francisco (while it made no income).
There are a lot of people who have done much more courageous things than I (take any solider, for example). But none of that has rooted the fear out within for them or for me.
Even acceptance does not make it go away.
I am still afraid of a lot of things.
What helps me is practice. It gives the wisdom to realize that fear won’t last. There’s always a resolution at the end. It may not be the one we want, it may even be disastorous, but if there’s a good enough reason to attempt whatever it is, it’s just better to live a life (just like this article says) as we wish & should. And not be a little bitch.
Practice can and often does hurt. It’s difficult. But it works. An example of how it works could be derrived from treatment of post traumatic stress disorder for soliders. Believe it or not, they are encouraged to tell and relive the stories of war. It’s terrifying, but, as I understand, at least it’s out of the subcontious, eating the soul away.