It Cannot Always Be Night

I got tired of keeping this in my drafts, so here's me musing about fear and change.

You've probably heard of the title of this post, and if you haven't, does the sentence below ring a bell?

Even if you are not ready for day, it cannot always be night.

No? It's an excerpt from a poem by Gwendolyn Brooks, titled Speech to the Young: Speech to the Progress-Toward (Among them Nora and Henry III). The poem advises young people to move for change in spite of what the doddering elders set in their ways may think, but some parts of it say something different to me.

Image of Speech to the Young

Dealing With the Discomfort of Change

I am not the most flexible person. I like things to be just as they are sometimes, and deviations from a routine may upset me or throw me off entirely. My first response to anything that may cause discomfort or pain is to flee. Fight or flight? Always flight.

What happens, then, when I cannot run?

I have learnt that I cannot always run from my problems. It is also not always the best option to run from an issue instead of facing it head on, no matter how painful or uncomfortable the situation may be.

It's not the easiest thing in the world, to stand and face your fear instead of giving up and running away, but hopefully if I do it enough it'll become spinal instead of cerebral.

Dealing With Fear of Change

Conclusion

A brief disclaimer: this post is just the summary of things I've realised about fear and my relationship with it. I might update it in the future, and I might not. Take whatever works for you; leave whatever doesn't. And if this feels disjointed, ignore it. Tanks.

#musings

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