You hear a lot of talk about people overcoming their fears. It's apparently such a great example of the human spirit when someone finally pushes a person with a parachute strapped to their back and a fear of heights out of an airplane from 1500 feet up. What I'd really like to know is how many of these height-fearers decide to take the leap again. That's the statistic I want to see. How many people didn't just stand up to their fears, but did so again. And maybe even again.
Because that, to me, seems like the real overcoming of fears. It's not doing it once. I hate walking down stairs backwards while carrying things, but I've done it before. It doesn't mean that fear has been conquered. It just means I've done it once without dying.
That's the trouble with fears. We think we're better than them. If we can beat 'em once, we've sure got 'em licked. Right?
No. Real fears have to be battled every day. The fear of being alone. The fear you'll never succeed. The fear that you're trusting someone who can't be trusted. The fear of walking down stairs backwards while carrying things. It's a real one, I promise.
Because really, any fear that can be conquered with one 1500 mile plummet straight to the unforgiving ground wasn't much of a fear to begin with. The real things in our lives take time and effort on our part. That's why you don't hear too much about people overcoming their fear of commitment. It didn't happen in one fell swoop. It took them time and hard work and probably a lot of pain.
But for some reason, we don't think that's nearly as beautiful as just jumping out of a plane.