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article-niche.com » Writing » Instinct

The Power Of Fear

Fear is the instinct to survive. Animals sense danger and run from it, or turn to face it if so required, we, I suggest, wallow in the perpetuation of it.

From an early age we learn that somethings are dangerous, we know this through experience or through the advice of others. As we mature, however, we lose this ability to rationalize and we make the same mistakes as have gone before.

Constantly we are told; ’Get a good education other wise you will never get a good job.’ We install fear early on.

Hide yourself away in conformity, never raise an opinion in case that is frowned upon and you are perceived to be different. That can make you anxious or worse, alienated.

Don’t compete, as failure may bring ridicule, and that will distress and harm you.

We read History and see how fear of the unknown brought conflict and wars. We see how the inability to understand or even listen to another viewpoint, frightened us into killing those who were not the same as us. Greed was another excuse. The fear that some one else had more of what you wanted, was sufficent enough for some.

Do we learn for this, or do we still oppose those who think differently? The world in which we all live, is a shared place not exclusively one idealism or another, no side is right and the other is wrong.

Fear is what keeps us apart. In a darkened room you need a light to be switched on to erase the fear of the voice in the other corner.Hasn’t that light been switched on you may ask, are not people the world over beginning to question authority and raising their voices against tyranny and dictators, is Fear not at an end?

Look around you, fear of terrorism is not the only tool in the bag, fear of uncertainty is equally as powerful.

“Look at the market index’s, they are our Holy grail. Look at the job market, the price of this, the price of that, the world is in decline. What can we do?” We ask all the time, as the poor starve and go without the basics that we take as granted.

This world is a rich abundant place, full of fertile minds and impassioned souls, not only full of resources that will better used in being ours.

If we all learnt to share more, fear could be eradicated and not just something to hide from.

http://www-thedesolategarden-com.co.uk/                http://danielkemp.co.uk/

 

 

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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