I cannot be afraid of being afraid. Rather, I need to realize that it is my fear that gives me the energy to wrestle that which I fear into the dirt that is soon to become the road underneath my feet.

It’s not dying I’m afraid of. It’s dying without ever having lived that I’m afraid of.

If you wonder why I’m afraid, I would simply suggest that you take a look around. And if you ask me what I do with my fear, I would simply suggest that I use it to change the look of everything that’s around.

Ignorance is my refusal to think outside the box of my fears.

I’m not the author of my fears, but I sure feed them really well.

Fear will fuel my journey or it will cause me to forsake my journey. And it is utterly amazing that the self-same thing can build me or destroy me.

I think that it is infinitely wiser to accept the fact that we’re afraid, for in accepting our fear we are in no way granting it the power to crush us. Rather we are finally empowering ourselves sufficiently so that we can crush it.

Faith is rare because fear is rampant. For faith will demand that I step into places that fear itself fears to go.

Maybe my greater fear should not be fear itself, but what I will lose should I submit to fear.