There once was a little rabbit with radar in his whiskers and nose. His intuition told him there was a coyote nearby. Little Rabbit began to run and dart as quickly as he could to escape Coyote’s keen awareness. Rabbit was not afraid, even though it seemed he might be because he ran. He ran to save his life. He ran out of instinct with not one thought of fear.
Fear is a twisted version of instinct. Fear is exaggerated worry that the human mind continues to use as a form of torture. Each of us has our own set of unreal, unhealthy, and phony baloney ideas that prevent us from moving forward or stepping outside our own small boxes.
Yes, it takes courage to be different. It takes discipline to search our souls, to discover who we really are. I believe in you and know the truth about you. I expect great and mighty transformational results from you. You can clear through the clutter of your fears and learn to trust your instinct. Follow you heart and listen to the still, small voice within.
Just the reminder I needed right now. Thanks, tubears.