I was pretty scared standing up here. I have a strange fear of heights so whenever I peered over to the sides and looked down, I felt very unsettled. It felt like at any moment, I would just fall off or the bridge would just collapse. The view was beautiful I can’t deny, but still, the entire time I just wasn’t fully at peace. Just the thought of falling off knowing that it would kill me was frightening. The only thing keeping me from death was my own deliberate choice of not jumping. Isn’t that insane?
As I was thinking those thoughts, I realized how irrational they were. If I were to let those thoughts get any more ridiculous or unreasonable, would I have not walked through this bridge? It makes me wonder. Where is the fine line between trusting reason as reality, or paranoia as reality? Fear really cripples us. Even though this specific case is a little comical, there are many other cases where fear hinders us from reasonable and beautiful things. Fear robs us of joy, experience, and beauty. In my opinion, fear may seem real, but really, it’s just a lie. At the end of the day, the question has to be asked: “Am I going to let my fear stop me from doing what I want to do or what I love?”
To some, this scenario with the bridge may seem ridiculous. To others, that fear may really be hindering. But I would like to ask you guys: “What sort of fears are holding you back today?”