In our culture, where it seems everything is not as it seems, it helps to see things for what they really are. This quote caught my attention. Maybe it’s because fear is such a universal feeling, so pervasive and potentially destructive. Or debilitating. Or it could be because of the poignant visual it conjures.
Fear, at first creeping up the spine, then shaking to the ground. Until eventually you’re able to stare hard at the shiny splinters of what attempted to pierce—prevent.
Whenever I’m gripped by a certain fear it helps to reflect upon what I can control. And what I can’t. It helps to seize perspective.
What helps you when fear starts up your back?