Fear is like a child.
It acts out when it feels pressed upon, challenged, when some element of life changes or becomes unstable as a means to transition. It flares and pulls on our heart strings so as to be seen, acknowledged, answered. It wants to know if we know what is happening. It wants to know if this shaking feeling of transition is supposed to occur, if it is okay, if we are aware.
If we ignore these pulls of fear whether with consciousness or without, like a child, fear will grow, act out more, ruin, defame and on and on until there is no other choice but to respond to the pulling and clean up the mess.
However, if we respond to our fear like parents and nurture these feelings, allow them to speak, to present themselves, like a child who feels acknowledged, the sensations, the panic, will start to melt away.
It requires immense faith to achieve this I am learning. So much of the fear I experience I am only beginning to recognize as fear, therefore I am only beginning to respond with love and with kindness. But it helps. It is the solution.
Fear is the response to change as if change existed only to punish—to crash the world down around us—and so in response to this perceived destruction, fear will protect us by closing off our hearts. Fear will destroy the possibility to be open—like an ostrich with his head in the sand.
Like a child, fear is trying to be helpful. It is trying to serve, but it’s tools are rudimentary. Fear needs to be guided away from itself. As fear softens, it turns to love. Beneath the surface of any child deemed bad, there is a loving one wanting to be loved, to love, to be good.
The response to fear must be handled bravely and with utter compassion. We must close our eyes and look into ourselves. We must see the fear and what it is protecting. We must sooth it with faith. We must let our faith in the universe nurture our fear.
All is for the best. We are already taken care of.