As a timid individual, it sounds better if I couldn’t feel fear. I might be able to act boldly. I would write more, paint more, sing and dance more, talk more and have people adore me.
If I were incapable of feeling fear, though, how would I amass courage? There wouldn’t be any hero or cheer. No perseverance, endurance or progress.
Would I just live a life of decadence? Or, would the angst, which festers inside me and couldn’t come out, eat me alive?
Either option sounds scary.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fearless Fantasies“
“How would your life be different if you were incapable of feeling fear? Would your life be better or worse than it is now?”