#jrhunter

[psuchim]

This guy keeps getting it done! #pabuck #pawhitetail #jrhunter #gallagherranch (at New Beaver, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqp4XgvhZgd/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=y515v0bc7klp

[littlemonsterbigroar]

The thing about fear.....

...is that it changes throughout our lives, yet like pain or loneliness,it is a rather ill-favored constant. Our minds, palpable as children, instinctively surrounds us with our own familiarity. What we see everyday, our parents, family, all the people we know, love and trust become our world and, child-like bravery aside, anything that rests just outside that bubble is rightly fearful. Because we didn't know the face of the woman attempting to pinch our cheeks or the layers upon layers of make-up used to create that monster on television, we feared.

I had a fear of anyone in a giant character costume. Scooby-Doo was too tall, too excited and he didn't live at home with me so in my mind, my tears were necessary. And as I cried in my father's arms, I didn't know then, wrapped in my world, how I would grow to fear this very man's promises or how a fleeting thought of my future would cause stress beyond my own imagination. Because as I grew, my world became larger, full of possibilities, lined with paths I could take and suddenly, fearing an underpaid actor in a costume and a distant great-aunt seemed.....juvenile.

The fear of days gone are now an undercurrent of our lives. As adults, as we go through changes, we develop fears along the way. The worry of getting a job fades away once we receive that phone call but the fear of spiders is a constant. The temporary and the permanent. But what about the fears that ever so slightly slip into something else. The fear of losing the person you love weighs heavy as you encourage them, become their backbone, but still eventually watch them helplessly fade away. And now, broken and cheated by this life, the duplicitous almost being, you no longer feel the fear of losing but of living life alone. It's now that we decide the effect of fear. 

How broken are we that fear tears us apart yet drives us to strength?During the moment of a panic attack brought on by this strangled emotion, as we focus on the chair...bed...floor, we become absorbed in the fear of that moment that's swallowing us whole and we forget the fear of moments past that forced us to accomplish a goal or two. So, are we broken? Indecisive? Or perhaps, just human. Fear, as an emotion, is real. Fear, as a child, of the monster under the bed is real. Fear, as a victim, of the monster that sleeps beside you is also real. So are our downfalls, so are our fights. 

In our lives, we WILL face the storms of fear every single day. But, despite how close we are to losing the grip on our very selves, it's the moment in the eye of the storm, calm, awe-inspiring, when we make our decision, break or fight, let go or tighten our grips. It's then that we form the person we are. It's then that we face our fears.