Personal Reflection
Fear rarely shows up wearing its own name. It disguises itself as logic, as procrastination, as anger, as comfort. It whispers, not now, not you, not this way. We tell ourselves we’re being careful when really we’re being caged.
Courage isn’t about slaying that voice. It’s about answering it anyway. To be brave is to stand inside the shaking, the sweat, the doubt—and move because staying still would cost more than the fall. It’s a brutal kind of math: risk on one side, meaning on the other. And if meaning outweighs fear, even by an ounce, that’s where the step forward begins.
The truth is, courage never feels clean. It feels jagged, messy, and often indistinguishable from desperation. But on the other side of it? That’s where you find the evidence that fear is not the ceiling of your life.
Reflective Prompt
Where has fear disguised itself in your life—and what would it cost you if you let it keep the final word?
Memoirs of Madness 