Parveen Kaler

I just finished reading The War of Art by Steven Pressfield.  I thought I would share a quote:

These are serious fears.  But they’re not the real fear.  Not the Master Fear, the Mother of all Fears that’s so close to us that even when we verbalize it we don’t believe it.

Fear That We Will Succeed.

That we can access the powers we secretly know we possess.

That we can become the person we sense in our hearts we truly are.

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We know that if we embrace our ideals, we must prove worthy of them.  And that scares the hell out of us.  What will become of us?  We will lose our friends and family who will no longer recognize us.  We will wind up alone, in the cold void of starry space, with nothing and no one to hold on to.

Of course this is exactly what happens.  But here’s the trick.  We wind up in space, but not alone.  Instead we are tapped into an unquenchable, undepletable, inexhaustible source of wisdom, consciousness, companionship.  Yeah, we lose friends.  But we find friends too, in places we never thought to look.  And they’re better friends, truer friends.  And we’re better and truer to them.