I am amazed that without any hesitation whatsoever I can completely believe myself to be on a grand journey of massive vistas and bold ascents, only to find that they are nothing more than a figment of a frightened imagination that needed a journey but could not admit to the fear of actually taking one.

What is fear but that ‘thing’ that we believed to be as powerful as it pretended to be.

How often have I painted a splendid picture of a journey marked by courageous ascents and daring desert crossings when all along all I’ve really been doing is running?

Sadly, in too many cases surrender is having been ‘outrun’ by fear rather than having ‘run out’ of heart.

Have we ever thought that being lost is our destination?

The only reason I can’t jump in and engage life is that I’ve told myself I can’t. Yet I can’t helping wondering would happen if I told myself I could?

Resolving our fear occurs by walking into that which we fear rather than thinking about how we resolve our fears without the walking.

Of course I can run, but what I’m running from is the reality that I can’t run.

It is not the presence of fear that bothers me. Rather, it is the cowardice within me that refuses to face the fear. That is what bothers me.