Navigating life is like climbing a mountain--full of fear and exhilaration. Often we set out for the summit of a peak (or to achieve a goal) in fair weather, and then we encounter clouds, fog, wind, rain, and snow along the way. No matter how much we plan in advance, mountains (life) present us with unanticipated challenges. Crevasses need to be crossed, avalanches avoided, and careening boulders gingerly sidestepped.
And then comes the crux of a climb (or a particular phase of life), often the most difficult and important series of moves, that if accomplished will lead to the summit, and if not will lead to retreat--or death.
Personally, I've achieved numerous summits both in life and in the mountains. I've also retreated from many climbs. What I've discovered is that it is possible to hold the tension of advancing and retreating without becoming paralyzed. More often than not, I have chosen to advance. And when I have retreated, I've lived to climb another day. Most importantly, I've savored every step of the way.
How's the climb of your life proceeding?
“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”--Frank Herbert, Dune.
This is the best and most concise description I have ever come across describing the afflictive emotion or "little-death" that often confuses us and causes uncertainty/anxiety/paralysis. Worse yet, fear can cause false action.
Also wrapped up in this pithy little diddy penned by Frank Herbert and uttered by Paul Atraeides in Dune is the suggestion as to how to cope with fear: recognize it, then let it pass. Easier said than done. However, is not freedom worth the effort?
