When you are young, you are fearless. You tie a bed sheet around your neck making a super hero cape and jump from a tree branch knowing you can fly. You hop from couch to couch avoiding the pits of lava below.
You eagerly climb into the lid of a trash bin and allow your friends to push you down a very steep hill. Squeealing with joy all of the way down. You roll down grassy hills with no concern for rocks or the busy car filled road below. Fearless!
I was fearless too. When we were living in Turkey ( we lived there for five years) I would swim in the sea and snorkel and watch the sharks feeding on the smaller fish by the reefs. Not once did I think, ” oh I could be the next snack”. No, I just swam around, watched them eat the fish and then I caught the waves as I floated into shore. Fearless!
Were You Fearless?
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