Fear is fuel.
Personal fear — that deep, knot in your stomach that gnaws on the rest of your insides. That dark fire that burns on and on, and nothing extinguishes it until its reason to exist has been vanquished or made inert.
It’s seen at life’s most trivial and important moments.
The presentation before your classmates in school.
The soldiers that stormed the beaches of Normandy.
The voices of the oppressed crying out against injustice through history.
That personal fear, that dark fire feels you’re drinking an infinite cup of black coffee. It keeps you awake. Anxious. Jittery. Makes you sick to your stomach when you sit with it for so long.
But it is powerful. It makes or breaks you.
Fear is fuel.