Fearless - oblivious of dangers or perils or calmly resolute in facing them.
Fear - A feeling of agitation and anxiety caused by the presence or imminence of danger.
When you read those two meanings, anxiety appears in the face of danger and we have two ways to deal.
The acronym for fear is, False Events Appearing Real.
To me there seems to be two sides of fear, the real and the perceived. Is it possible that you can become oblivious to real danger and then makeup a pretend danger?
In the case of dysfunctional families, the real danger is overlooked, we become oblivious or fearless in the presence of danger. We certainly are not resolute in facing our fears, for we don’t even know we should be in fear.
No one told me to fear my father, yet my body held the real emotions, anxiety, and uneasiness when I was in his presence.
It seems possible to become fearless in a dysfunctional way, oblivious to danger.
I have experienced the two sides of fearlessness. The oblivious and the calm and resolute, the two are worlds apart.
One is to walk in step with reality the other is to be way off track.
I was pleasantly surprised in the meaning of fearless, to see the two sides.
When hearing others speak of fearlessness, what is it that they are asking you to do? Is it to become oblivious, to overstep and slip around a real and present danger, or to see the danger and become calm and resolute.
Oblivion – The fact or condition of forgetting or having forgotten.
Isn’t that meaning incredible. I am amazed and tickled that it is exactly as my experience.
I lived in oblivion, the condition of forgetting. Incredible to me! That is exactly where I lived for 46 years. Amazing.
The land of forgetting! My mother had a saying to “forgive and forget”, to move on. It is the act of forgetting that is the key here. She had to work magic to stay oblivious.
We are now the two sides of Fearless, she is fearless oblivious to danger, and I am the calm and resolute.
Well the calm part I am still working on, but I get there after much struggle.
The thread that I was pulling on, the part that had me off kilter with two of the classes I attended this week, is that they seemed to be speaking of the oblivious side of fearless. Or at least that is my humble opinion. That is what left me so unsettled.
I am tickled beyond tickled to know that there are two sides of fearless, just as I am thrilled to know that oblivious is the condition of forgetting!
My handicap was that I was a good forgetter girl.
The perfect participant in the land of oblivious!
Fearlessly wandering in the land of danger unknowingly.
Blind.
“Her strength was her blindness” is what I say of my mother.
She is incapable of being in the land of remembering.
I can now see how she feels fearless.
Who would have thought there were two sides to fearless!
There always seemed a fine line, one word and two complete opposite ways of being.
Fearless can be so deadly to reality.
