Face my Fears

When I was in my early teens, I used to be very afraid of the dark. I hate nights. More so if they were sleepless nights. Dark imaginations filled my mind as I struggled in anxiety to quickly sleep. Most of the time, I failed, of course.

Till one night, I had enough of this fear.

I walked to the kitchen in the dark and stood there in darkness for a long time. I looked at all corners with intention of finding what exactly I was afraid of?

And if there was a ghost, may it come alive so I can get rid of this fear once and for all. The ghost never appeared.

Henceforth, darkness haunts me no more.

I hate aggressive people. People who curse and swell finishing any sentence with an exclamation mark!!!

OK. I will be honest. I fear aggression. In face of Aggression, I flight very much more often than I fight.

Today, I neither fight nor flight.

Strangely, when you take hold of your inner anchor and stand firm in face of objects that you fear. Then your fear vanishes!