(Photo: A long stretch of South Georgia Highway)
I have gotten into my share of scrapes and bruises in life. All too often I feel like I ended up on the opposite end of a win loss column.
These outcomes were mostly determined by the choices I made. All, while taking my deepest breaths and longest moments of pause. Some of these alternatives were selected so that I did not have to feel the pain that sometimes life offers up.
As I look back, feeling the pain of life came a distant second to the horror of feeling the fear of life itself, and all that it has the ability to point in my direction. In my mind, avoidance was not only my best offense, it was inappropriately my best defense. It could always be preemptive in nature. It was much easier to defend, deflect and dodge, than to ever have to deal with the “in your face” truths.
We often make the mistake of placing more importance on fearing pain than we do on feeling it.
Pain is not the enemy, fear is. The crippler of dreams. Pain, as many of us are aware, lets us all know we are still alive. It is an overlooked character of life that is not going away anytime soon. It really is its own entity, impolitely making its presence known by tapping us on the shoulder to remind us of not just the wound itself, but the reason we are here to begin with.
Close your eyes. Slow your world down. Feel it, just do not fear it.