Fear (less)

She used to be fearless about this one thing. She feared everything else. Death and heaven. Hell and living. Monsters and the dark. All of the things that little kids fear. But with one thing she was fearless, though she didn’t know it. She didn’t known what being fearless was, until she became afraid of everything, even that one thing, and then what was she to do? She was a ball of anxious energy, worried about everything. She was a tangled mess of electrical cords, dipping precariously close to a bathtub full of tepid water.

The one thing became what she feared the most. That one thing was actually millions of little things, all rolled into one. And once she feared everything, how could ever go back to being fearless about even one thing?



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