Fear of Failure……

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I was sitting in a rocking chair with a pen and diary in my hand. It creaked as I rocked it back and forth. The room was silent and had a dim oil lamp which accented its decor with a beautiful yellow.  The room was silent, but my mind was not! In my mind, there was nothing but chaos, uninvited noises and fear. Chaos because of all the time that I had wasted, noises of taunts that came from unmotivated mouths and fear of failure. I sat there silent and allowed my pen to run on the paper, to run far away from whatever I was experiencing.

The last drop of the oil in the lamp crackled as its soul rose up, burning with a bright yellow flame. The insects stayed there, being silent spectators to the departure of their love. The room started loosing its yellow accent as the fire blew out, handing over the throne to the moonlight.

I frowned. I was disappointed. It seemed as though the lamp was mocking my situation and the chore of reigniting the fire was a token of this mockery! I kept my pen and diary on the table, folded my arms and sat there for a while, staring into nothingness.

Drops of water trickled down the faucet. The last flock of birds flew back to their homes. The clock struck ten. The night had just begun its journey to rest in the dawn. I had just begun my journey to thrive in the burning fire of my ambitions. This thought prompted me to jump out of my brief meditation and surrender to the demands of the lamp.

I picked up a match box, some oil and started the fire. At first, it hesitated, as though it feared that it would not be able to fill in the shoes of its predecessor, but then, it chose to embrace its fear rather than fighting back. The fire allowed the fear to fuel its will and burnt even brighter than the one before it. I stood there for a while, with a smile on my face and a hope in my heart. A hope to embrace my fears just like the fire did!

19 Comments

  1. Very precise. Both your blog design and your writings. Very glad to be connected with you mate.🤗🤗🤗 I actually lost in some other realm when reading it. Great. Mesmerizing. Happy blogging. I will start reading your story very soon.🙂

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      1. My pleasure 🤗
        Your style is mesmerizing 🤗✊
        We both are in initial stage of blogging but one thing I want to admit that there is lot to learn form you.
        I believe we both can enrich each others thoughts through this great connection of blogging world.
        HPpy blogging.🙂

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  2. I think our fear of failure comes from our childhood worries about what other people think of us. But you know what? It doesn’t matter what others think of us, if they like us or don’t, if they think we’re smart or stupid. These are childhood fears. As we grow into adulthood, eventually we decide to be true to ourselves, and that the opinions of others are completely irrelevant.

    As Socrates said: “To thine own self be true and thou can’st be false to any man.” Internalize this and stop worrying about anyone’s judgements but your own.

    It works, it really does!
    Karen

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    1. Beautifully said Karen! I agree! Almost all the fears and insecurities that our mind harbors are stemmed from the judgmental behavior of the society that we witness as children. These fears crowd our brain making us run out of space for productivity and creativity and thus force us to lead an unsatisfied and unhappy life. The endeavor of winning over these mental blocks is a life-long fight indeed but, I agree, it does become easier as we grow towards maturity and start caring less about the people around and more about the person within!
      Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and sharing this here! Really means a lot!

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    1. Thank you so much for such a lovely comment! Comments like these motivate me to keep on writing.😊 Thank you so much Hardik! Thank you so much for stopping by! I am so glad you like my work 😊🌸

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