Joining in with Five Minute Friday. Today’s word Doubt.
Doubt – the little creep – goes hand in hand with certainty. We can’t have doubt unless there’s a lack of certainty.
There’s always a certain measure of a lack of certainty in anything we do, because the only certainties we have, after all, are that the sun will rise and set and that, at some point, we will die.
We live, therefore, with doubt as a constant companion.
Doubt, fear’s insidious cousin, not as directly, instantly, paralysing as fear, yet far more debilitating, as he wears us down, wears us out, kills our spontaneity, pummels dead the remaining bits of certainty we salvage from the sea of uncertainty we swim in.
We know this, we know he’s a trickster, a shady operator, we know that doubt stalls us, belittles us, dampens our potential yet we still pay him heed. Far too much heed than we should.
Because of doubt, we often live timid lives. We let the fear of uncertainty crush us.
It’s a sad state of affairs, really. To think that we might, in our last seconds, come face to face with all the doubt we’ve ever entertained.
To see him laughing loudly shouting ‘I won’. I think that – that – would be far worse than trying to face him down once in a while.
As we all know, bullies lose their power once they’re faced head on.
Doubt, you bully: I’m going to make it my mission to crush you.
I want to be the one laughing in those last few seconds.
P.S. For any of the ladies who look out for me at FMF with the ‘happy pansy’ image above, I’m going to be changing the ‘avatar’ to this one…