At times I become obsessed with the idea of the perfect answer to questions such as "What is your guilty pleasure?" or "What do you fear most?" because I'm afraid that I may answer it wrong and be embarrassed five, ten, twenty years from now. Maybe people who are interviewed on a regular basis have practiced their answers so often that they speak without thinking, but where's the fun in that? I see a beauty in spontaneity, in impulse actions or words. However, I truthfully consider watching re-runs of Gilmore Girls and Friends well-prepared research and practice for the day that I win thousands in cash and prizes on an internationally-televised trivia competition.
I think the thing I fear most is fear itself. I am afraid of terror and chaos and being panic-stricken more than I am afraid of pain. I am afraid of my heart stopping more than my heart breaking, and the kind of fear that refuses the breath of life. I am learning to appreciate, but I haven't quite yet mastered how to let go and realise the impermanence of this life. This is an incredible video that Ram linked me to, created by the world. Put it on your to-do-this-week list!
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