Is that a bold statement, or is this something you always knew to be true?
Indeed, we are always afraid.
We’re afraid of holding a hand, of helping those in need – lest they take undue advantage of us going forward.
We’re afraid of loving someone – for fear of being let down.
We’re afraid of venturing far – it’s safe to be in familiar surroundings.
We’re afraid of another race – because they’re different from who we are.
We’re afraid of a child falling down – in case they never stand up again.
We’re afraid of a car breakdown – we’ll be late to work and who knows, even lose our job.
We’re afraid of aging – those who love us for our external beauty may be oblivious to who we really are.
We’re afraid of animals – because even our own kind lacks human kindness.
We’re afraid of losing a loved one – perhaps s/he is the only one who cares for us.
We’re afraid of disfigured people – not because they’re without feeling, but because we’ve lost our senses.
We’re afraid of riches – because if, and when those are gone, how will we fulfill our unlimited greed.
We’re afraid of poverty – because that’s a state you wish upon others.
We’re afraid of living – because the fear of death consumes us.
We’re afraid to speak up against bullies – because given the opportunity we all crave power.
We’re afraid of peace – because battles fuel our continual need for action.
We’re afraid to speak up against workplace harassment – because our job and raise may be in jeopardy.
We’re afraid to seek justice in a failing government – we’re uncertain if the next one will be better or worse.
We’re afraid to fire a mean school teacher – what if s/he’s well-connected and may usurp you instead.
We’re afraid of credit bureaus – because they can make or break our daily existence.
We’re afraid of rising costs – because our earnings and salaries may never catch up.
Can we go on? No doubt, we can – but we’re afraid the post gets too long, and no one will read it!