We are all afraid, but if we didn’t have fear, we wouldn’t have any faith.
I’ve seen people write about having faith and letting go of fear on at least four different blogs this week. This subject always makes me feel things, lots of things, because it’s just something I feel so fiercely connected to. In response to one of those blogs, I sent an email to its author, and I just want to share a part of that email here, because I think it’s important:
The interesting thing about fear is anything worth doing in life begins outside our comfort zones. Then in being terrified of the action we’ve taken, we are expected to have faith in ourselves for the choices we make. It doesn’t matter how big or small the choice was, every choice has a power over us and reflects on our beings. When you’re fragile and have been shaken in the past due to something out of your own control, it’s hard to accept the reality that faith and fear coexist, because you’re consistently afraid. Afraid of judgement, of vulnerability, but in the end that keeps you from your own humanity.
That saying — “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle” — is so very true. Everyone has something, but we live in a society that has grown to consume itself with the idea that someone is always watching, analyzing, and judging who we are as people. I think if we could see how little other people actually thought of us in the way we’re thinking, everyone would be better off.
Sometimes the faith feels just nonexistent, because broken and healing souls have so little of it to spare in the first place. But it is always there, in little places you’d never expect. You can see it in the things most people don’t see past the end of their own noses… a blooming flower in the spring, the way the sun reflects on the ocean, a tiny child giggling at their own imagination… All of these things offer a tangible hope, a faith that life is beautiful no matter what we are going through at any given moment, be it joyous or sad. So, faith and fear are a tricky balancing act for some of us, but there comes a point where it gets so much easier for the the faith to win in the end.
Maybe I’m completely off the mark, or maybe that doesn’t make any sense to anyone but me, but this is just how I see it. Everything just seems so simple. And this is how I survive.