facing fears ...

Fear.

It's a funny thing.

You can't hold it or see it. It has no shape or size. And it manifests itself differently to everyone.

The only constant with fear is that it can strike anyone. At anytime.

Over the years, I have had my fair share of fears. 

• I have a fear of heights. 
• I have a fear of my bike.
• I have a fear of feeding livestock. 
• I have a fear of flying.
• I have a fear that history will repeat itself.
• I have a fear that what seems like the right decision in the short term, might not be right for the long term.
• I have a fear that I'll try and fail.
• I have a fear that I'll try and succeed.
• I have a fear that I won't be able to protect my children from everything I'd like to.
• I have a fear that, like my own father, I won't be there to see my children as adults. 

Recently, that last fear seems to be been bothering me more than usual. There is something about observing other people's life and death experiences that makes you question your own mortality. That moment when you realize that you are not invincible, that you aren't immune to everything and that your life could also change in an instant.

It's easy to live your life in a bubble, ignoring what could or will be. It's safe there. There is no fear. I like that place. We all like that place.

But, is being comfortable enough? Maybe. Maybe not.

It's just that the more I think about it, it's not enough for me. I don't want my decisions to be dictated by a fear of the uncomfortable. I don't want to avoid change just because it might be a struggle.

From struggle comes greatness. And in that greatness, lies the moments you will cherish forever.

Fear, you've got nothing on me.