How People Reinforce their Own Fears.

So many people start there sentences with, “It’s hard”. My response is often a kind of sigh/hands on face gesture.

The thing is, I often catching myself saying this. And I really have to just give myself little slap and say, ‘Stop being a little whiny wet flannel’.

Mate… Life is hard. Things are hard. If they weren’t everyone would be doing them.

The key to overcoming adversity and breaking through the ‘it’s hard’ barrier is to take the challenge, stand up, and flipping do it.

The mantras of ‘it’s hard’, and ‘I don’t know’; mental self chatter to this degree reinforce and affirm your fears. They take you further away from your goal.

Support yourself! Why wouldn’t someone turn his own self chatter into a supportive mechanism?! …Because you can! It’s just a matter of conditioning you to empower yourself. Check out my post on incantations if you want to take your fear and turn it into a strength.

As a man that I admired once told me, when I was mucking about and procrastinating out of fear:

“Why not? you’ve got nothing to lose mate…”


-Ben

If you liked this post, check out this post as well. Peace.

The Colours

Fear,

Lingers in the heart,

Always eating at the colours.

One learns to bear it,

Two they learn to suffer,

Three they learn to Love.

One can’t fill an empty heart with words.

Fire and candle sticks

Burn out when unattended,

And the dialectical frown of the introvert

Doesn’t understand why

Because it can’t.

It’s closed.

-Ben

Photograph by lalesh aldarwish

The Fear

Bright lights

Late nights

no reason

for former or latter

or the eyes

becoming watched

and unable to see

all in order to alleviate

The Fear.

 

The colour was stolen

by a grey thief,

an ogre under burned bridges

in shadows

 

A vacuum makes

the mind jump up and down,

though the dark nothing knows the body in it’s limpness

and tells why the blue waters turned a stagnant green,

why algae and fungus

rid the lily pads of youth,

becoming the green

on that it depended

 

To fall

or not to fall

 

The itch grows

It knaws slowly under the skin

Sapping at the life blood

 

It’s felt in the flowers and the trees

and the birds and the bees

and the insects

 

 

Once, layed on a soft pillow of green spires

a break to pass

while staring up at the sky,

the time to be filled

is so far away

still

just sleep…

 

Then seeing the original eye

in a cluster of cloud

in the shape of a lotus flower

 

Understanding a sight

A connection

The heart pumped oxygen into the belly of the wilder-beast

 

that Breathing strength through the ascension

of the paths of the mountain

and Listening

With unflinching peace,

beguiled leaves

to fall,

to be reborn.

 

 

-Ben