As the new year has come to fruition, I have been contemplating many things. One among them that has been heavy on my heart was fear. I wondered why so many people were afraid to chase their dreams and then I remembered some dreams of mine that linger in the back of my mind. I had to consider all the reasons these dreams dissipated.
Why did I think it was not possible for me?
Maybe you've wondered the same thing. Maybe when you were a kid, you just KNEW you wanted to be a pilot or in the army or a chef or in movies. Only you know. When I was a kid I wanted to be a pilot, I always loved the idea of flying for money. In a dorky way, it's kind of like Han Solo in Star Wars. In my little mind, it seemed like I would get to travel all the time, help people and see the world from a view that people dreamed about.
When I was young. I was a master explorer. I feared nothing and went where I pleased. This seems just fine for a young man. Age fifteen to twenty is as good a time to travel as any. Only, I wasn't fifteen when I did this. I was only 6 the first time I went exploring. I had been playing with my family outside and decided to walk down the street.
Someone brought me back a bit later VERY upset at my mother for not "Watching me better". The problem was not her though. At a very young age, this became a regular thing. It was as though I replaced Harry Houdini in an escape for the ages. I had to be leashed by my mother, which is as silly as it sounds.
There was another point at about eight years old where I left the vehicle and went inside a grocery store while no one was looking. I was in a large family and when they noticed I was missing they turned the car around and came back to the store frantically looking for me. I had realized they were not at the store anymore and crossed a four-lane State Road to go to a different store I knew my dad would go to sometimes. My parents found me there eating an apple about 30 minutes later.
If those experiences didn't kill me. I think it's safe to say, God has got a plan for me. The fear I feel now is irrelevant. What changed from then and now that keeps me from trying new things? What am I afraid of now?
Failure? - I learned the most in my life by my mistakes
Death? - We all die someday
What people think of me? - Come on, no one cares much about what I do or don't do
You and I have things we could be doing. Things that ONLY you or I could be doing. No one would do it better. I think it's time we fight back against fear.
Life is a series of circumstances created by our own mind and doing. Some things, are out of our control to be sure, but most are not. The challenge to create more and do more with what we have is often a lamenting tug on our heart. The chains we feel are not our life happenings or surroundings, but rather, shackles of the mind.
Fear is a demented being controlling our joy in a roller coaster of emotional highs and lows. The chance we have to leap gives us a sign we're heading in the right direction, but that direction also comes with unknown consequences that we think we are not ready for. If only, that leap for the unknown was less terrifying, we might do it.
This brings to light the truth in why most people do not go for it. The attempt to try is scary. We tell ourselves "What if I fail?" or "What will people think of me?" instead of telling ourselves "What will I think of me if I don't try this?". It is supposed to be hard. It is supposed to be scary. If it were not, everyone would do it. True enough, we all know that already.
If we only had the push to do so, we might really believe in ourselves once we cross that line. That is why I am writing this post today. I'd like to help you all achieve (or push you) and in so doing, this would be achieving my dream too, which is in my heart, to help others to live the life they always wanted.
Do any of you have a dream? Have you given this up? Let me know.
Martin J. Glennon