Get up, Get out, Fear not

So I was out for another exploring adventure in my city, Cebu City. You know, no matter how many years you have lived in the city, and how many times you've walked your way everyday in the same streets, always, there's something worth noting. I maintain that every walk is an adventure. But Marcel Proust said it eloquently, "The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes."

As always, I was garbed in my usual comfy and trusted( I was thinking about emergency, e.g. running in case I'd get into a compromising situation where I have to run, literally, for my life) attire of jeans, shirt, and sneakers. I had to do away with my ripped jeans for the day's sojourn because I had to do an errand first that involved getting inside a school premises and needed to look human. I wished I was in my "street" fashion though, because it always made me feel like I belong anywhere and one with the street people. When I have my head wrapped and thoughts organized on how I revere my ripped jeans, I'll write another think piece it truly deserves, that's a promise. Oops, sorry for digressing.

I had to be honest, I felt fear. My day's itinerary involved taking pictures for my other blog (if you recall the "journey" I mentioned in my earlier entry Should I follow the rules, or follow my intuition?... that was it), which meant asking strangers for permission to take photographs, going to areas I seldom frequent, and meeting "unlikely" people. But what I feared the most was the safety of the camera I was carrying. It was not mine. It's a family use, but the burden of losing it while it's in my possession was beyond horrific. It's a Canon EOS 1000D. Yes, it's an old model, but just the same, it's not mine.

Did you ever feel an overpowering fear that it threatened your objectives and paralyzed you? I felt that, even before I stepped out from the house. Time and again, Facebook was my saving grace. Or rather, what I read from there made me shoved my fear down my throat and did what I had to do... and I would like to share them with you. Here:

"Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do."

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But most important of all, and always I seemed to forget was to ask for guidance and surrender my fear to my Jesus. Just to be clear of controversy since religion is a touchy topic, you can do so with your Allah, or Buddha, or yourself(if you believe in none), it does not matter. What mattered is don't give in to fear because it will make you accomplish nothing.

I did realize as well that when the drive to reach your dream and make things happen is strong, it reduces fear into significant size. And this my friends, allows you to focus into accomplishing things with vigor and determination.