Late nights spent in bed with Breaking Bad, eyes glued to screen instead of shut have got me thinking about this concept of fear - or rather a lack thereof. This fear (+ the everyday constraints that inevitably accompany it) is taken out of the equation when probable death enters it in the form of a late-stage cancer prognosis for BB protagonist (or antagonist, depending on your world view), Walter White. Only lack of such apprehension could have the potential to transform an every-day family man into a ruthless “kingpin of the drug-trade”; manufacturer of the purest crystal methamphetamine on the street.
At best, fear is what helps us to deal with and to prepare for the various threats that life loves to throw our way; it acts as our very own survival aid. But as with everything in life, moderation is key and too much of a good thing is always bad. If present in high doses and in the absence of any actual external threats, this toxic form of fear has the ability to manifest itself into a self-limiting form that is more unnecessary worrying than real fear.
We don’t all aspire to become mega meth-making machines, but whatever desires our hearts hold, one thing is certain; allow too much fear into the picture, and we will never know what it feels like to truly be alive and free. And really, what is a life that is anything but?
Often the fear of failure is worse than the failure itself. We would only realise this if we allowed ourselves to be free of this illusory prison of perpetual worry that fear has us confined in. Maybe time to take a leaf out of Mr. White’s equations-filled pages: “I have spent my whole life scared. Frightened of things that could happen, might happen, might not happen. Fifty years I spent like that. Finding myself awake at three in the morning, but you know what? Ever since my diagnosis, I sleep just fine. I came to realise its that fear, that’s the worst of it. That’s the real enemy. So get up. Get out in the real world – and you kick that bastard as hard as you can right in the teeth.”
never lose sight of the fact that we’re all living on a tiny rock, in the milky way galaxy that consists of about 50 billion other planets, within a universe that contains around 200 billion more galaxies.
when you’re having a shit day, sometimes its necessary to just ride out the negative feelings. but after that, it helps to put things in perspective. sometimes what we thought was a huge deal, isn’t nearly as terrible as we thought it would be.
we just all need a reminder to change our perceptions occasionally. we often forget that it really is a small world after all.
thankyouu so so so so much to my bestest ghurlfriend mimi dandelion-♥ and v man for makin it happen♥♥♥. best birthday present ever. i’m seriously as happy as a pig in mud!!!!!!! time to get durrrrty. literally.
i was living like patrick bateman. i was slipping into a consumerist kind of void that was supposed to give me confidence and make me feel good about myself but just made me feel worse and worse and worse about myself…
“to dream anything that you want to dream. that’s the beauty of the human mind. to do anything that you want to do. that is the strength of the human will. to trust yourself to test your limits. that is the courage to succeed.”
Every man who knows how to read has it in his power to magnify himself, to multiply the ways in which he exists, to make his life full, significant and interesting.
