Everyone’s afraid of something. Maybe more than one thing. Probably more than one thing. When you’re single, like me, you have a lot of people randomly accusing you of being afraid of commitment or intimacy. Maybe it’s not so random? And others who ask you, genuinely, if you’re afraid of dying alone.
I’m not afraid of any of those things. At least, I don’t think I am.
Here’s some stuff I noticed lately. About me and many of the people in my world. Some people, not naming any names, seem to be afraid of silence. Afraid of the quiet that comes when they stop doing and just sit and think. Alone. And so they keep on moving and doing and surrounding themselves with people. Anything to keep the silence at bay.
Whereas, I’ve learned to adore that silence. I’m afraid of losing it. Of having a life so full of noise and chaos that there is no room for sitting and thinking. Alone.
Not trying to be profound. Just coming to a realization that maybe all of us, whether we want to admit it or not, are motivated (to some extent) by fear.
Tags: commitment, fear