But my gut is telling me to stop fighting, stop arguing, stop trying to control the world. I’ve always been able to rationalize to myself that all my words might influence someone, who in turn influences someone else, etc.
But I need to stop.
Here is the thing: my ideal for a long time has been the warrior. But if you think about it, part of the warriors job–a BIG part of their job–is to be afraid. All the time.
Where else would a passion for discipline come from? Where else a passion for preparedness? You have to assume someone else out there is training as hard or harder than you.
There is, to be sure, something noble and admirable about facing death and difficulty willingly, in the service of a larger cause.
But I think, for me, right now, my job is to cull fear out of me completely. All of it.