Fear is a Powerful Motivator
How fear powers my writing, and everything in between
Like most, if not all honest people, I have a complicated relationship with my parents. Distance brought us closer together for a time, though it just suspended the coronation of our irreconcilable differences.
Fear not, this isn’t another ramble of woe concerning the parent child relationship. It is a mere starting point to illustrate my larger point that it has been the times when I’m most afraid — to lose something, to gain something, to negatively impact myself, to positively impact myself — that I’ve built up inner strength and grown in ways I’ve never imagined possible.
Sitting here and typing this now, I’m bound by a crippling fear that the words dripping from the well of my mind will suddenly dry up, and no more will I realize the potential adeptness I possess with the written word. My subsequent dreams to find some worth through writing will disappear, and I’ll be bereft of purpose and direction, reduced to scouting real estate on the sidewalk, and penning my final work on a square of cardboard, as I beg for benevolence from strangers.
That fear pales in comparison to the fear I’ve felt for as long as I can remember in truly speaking my mind.
