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Writing this post was fun, not at the beginning, but towards the end.
Because I was under someone’s spell.
I sat today. Beating distraction and procrastination, ready to write and express my thoughts, but nothing worked. I had a cup of tea. Watched TV. Cooked meal. Completed my laundry work. Washed dishes. Read a few pages. Then sat again to complete this blog post, but this time again, nothing worked.
I scolded Anvay for not finishing his meal. Enjoyed siesta. Wished Pogo Happy B’day, she is my niece, she turns of six months today. I had evening tea, then sat again to write. This time, as expected, something worked. Meanwhile I also coaxed Anvay to cram tables. I made some writing progress and then he came.
Ready to fight with me and defeat me in my feat. The Sun was set by this time and I was still struggling with the post to finish it. I had already written 843 words, but fear devoured them all.
I know you too have been there. When you are working on something and the fear joins you in the run to defeat.
Although I couldn’t see him every time he came, but I could feel his strong presence. He came and stood in my front in those moments when I had been alone. I didn’t know how he looked. All I knew was how it felt in his presence. He benumbed me. He made me sweat. My heart pounded faster. At what rate, I didn’t know. I just felt pygmy, scared like a little rat, I guess.
But you know what?
Fear has become my friend now.
When he comes, I ask him to sit. I talk, ask questions and then understand the reasons for his arrival. He comes often and I know how to handle him with care. I enjoy talking to him and sharing my fears. We talk at length. When I talk, he laughs loudly at me. He laughs at my stupidity. I feel no more small, pygmy, like a rat, ready to run and hide inside my room. I do not hide anything. I just say what all I have to say. He listens to me with patience. Now, I too visit his place. I am no more afraid of him. He is good I know. He wants me to grow and be bold.
Fear has given me his precious gift of friendship, he has shared with me his beautiful lessons and has made me fearless in my deeds. I am courageous now, and no more pygmy, just like that little rat, you know.
My friend has taught me few lessons that I want to share with you.
My friend has taught me not to be afraid of failure, but just to work harder on every thing that I do, without thinking much about the results.
My friend has taught me not to be afraid of unknown, but to appreciate what is known today and feel the wealth of abundance.
My friend has taught me not to be afraid of future, but to practice mindfulness and enjoy each and every moment.
My friend has taught me not to be afraid of losing people, but to love, accept and respect them for what they are and letting go of unnecessary expectations.
My friend has taught me not to be afraid of death, but to celebrate each moment and make every day a grand festival.
My friend has made me fearless. He has taught me how to express myself honestly with courage. He has shared with me the value of hope and faith. His presence has made me feel that the God is always there with me in my toughest moments.
So, friends, next time when fear knocks at your mind’s door, just don’t be afraid. Let him come, listen to him, and he will share with you some amazing lessons….