The last couple of months have been really difficult for me in terms of facing my fears. I felt like all my memories of Clint Eastwood’s movies were gone, useless, vanished from my mind. All the books I read, articles from Art of Manliness, and the lessons I learned from my own experiences, they all were gone.
I started to feel so weak toward my fears. I started to not doing things because I wanted to feel safe in my comfort zone. I started to be afraid of everything.
But this was not a surprise to me. I know that life is full of ups and downs. I knew it was a matter of time to fall again, and this falling was really hard.
Anyway, it’s not the first time I’m struggling with life and fears. That’s why I know exactly what to do.
I just have to remember. We all have memories of our triumphs and defeats, so what we gotta do is to remember the times that we beat our fears and demons.
Me particularly, among all my memories, there are particularly two of them that make me remember that fears are sh*t:
- The last hours of my dogs Moicca and Zack.
I remember seeing them, their eyes, their skin and thinking to myself: Nothing really matters.
All my other sad moments were nothing compared to seeing my dogs dying. All my worries, fears, they all seemed like sh*t.
So that’s what I do. Those memories are the ones that make me remember: “Don’t be afraid”. Find yours, I’m sure you have it.
Here’s a song.