Yesterday, I sat outside and watched two young girls walk up to the top of a waterfall. One climbed to the top of the waterfall quickly, and then fled down waiting for the other girl. The other girl took her time getting to the top, moving carefully, when she got to the top she felt the water and then slowly made her way down and ran to catch up with the other girl.
When I was the girls age (around 10-12), I remember being like the first girl who climbed the waterfall quickly, who had no fear. Around this age my cousin instilled fearlessness in me as he told me he’d only ride roller coasters with me if I were to ride in the front seat. I didn’t want to say no, so I did it and from then on rode the front seat of every. single. rollercoaster. Before I was the girls age, I was very shy. But growing up in the country made me want to explore everything and be fearless.
So, as I sat there yesterday watching the girls I thought, when did I lose that fearlessness? When did I let growing up in this world change my perception from fearless to fearful? The answer: it’s because of all the negative experiences I’ve had personally or have seen happen to others that have made me fearful.
To combat fear, we must change our mindset to know that not every bad experience will replay in our lives. We need to have people in our lives who’ll tell us not to be afraid or we will never be free.
To those young girls, I hope they continue to walk this world fearless even if one is timid than the other-she still followed the fearless girl, which means she can be fearless on her own ❤