Sometimes I would overhear people saying “This guy is courageous, he fears nothing!” and invariably I would think of somebody I know very well: Me.
Well, I feel fear all the time.
Fear of failure
Fear to disappoint
Fear of rejection
Fear of loosing out
Fear of defeat
..and so on; I know many of fear’s hideous faces. The fact is that I don’t like them, and any time I see (feel) one, I will get angry:
Angry for feeling fear
Angry for being weak
Angry for not being able to fly (that high)
The beautiful fact about anger is that it overruns the place, then pushes you forward.
Now you see cowardice dressed in anger’s clothes.
Abracadabra: They call it Courage.