It's
3:00am and instead of being in my bed, I'm rather standing in front of
the Atlantic Ocean under the gentle reflection of a full moon, immersed
in a cool breeze and facing my fears. Standing here alone at this hour
is for me a conquest of some of my imagined fears. I am now going
further. I am descending down the steep hill into the sea. As I approach
the water, the eternal crashing sound of the waves against the
background of the all-enveloping midnight silence in sync with my
rhythmic and erratic heart beat is creating an acoustic and arterially
vacuumed symphony that is gradually pounding my fear into droplets.
Now I am stepping into - this is unbelievable! have actually stepped into the cool water and the whole effect of the water bathing my feet has just washed away whatever remnants of fear I had of the midnight ocean. Me against the Atlantic. Me against the Ocean. Me against my fear. Now there remains the Atlantic and the Ocean but where is my fear? WASHED AWAY!
Now I am about to leave the battleshore but what is this I that I am seeing on the ground in the distance? With my new found courage I proceed further towards the sea to inspect this whitish object I am seeing on the ground. As if paving way for the conqueror, the ocean tide is also receding in tandem with my confident steps forward. As the wave recedes, it gradually unveils this whitish object on the ground. Now I am up close. And what is it? It is a pebble, uncharacteristically rough and invitingly isolated as if saying to me: " Pick me up, I'm yours". I am observing it for a while but I have decided to leave the pebble behind so I am now walking away from the ocean and climbing back uphill to leave the shore, victorious.
After about two minutes walk away from the shore, it is occurring to me that that pebble could be the proof of my conquest; the crown given to me by the ocean itself; evidence that I came, I saw and I conquered.
So I am returning to the shore, descending the hill again and walking into the water again. This time, I am approaching the midnight ocean so fearlessly and confidently. I have just picked up the pebble. But see there! Another pebble is now showing itself too - a smaller one. I've picked it up also. It seems as though I have been doubly rewarded for the courage to return. And now I have in my possession two stones
from the ocean to remind me of my conquest. To remind
me that many of the fears in this life that hold us back are nothing
but imagined fears. Face them and they will vapourize.
I have decided to call each of my pebbles the "STONE OF FEARS". Now I am en route to petrify all of my other fears. All those fears that cannot be petrified will be pelted. And as for the rest of the fears that resist all manner of stoning, they will be heaved into the buoyant and confident Ocean to float away into the waters of no return.
Now I am stepping into - this is unbelievable! have actually stepped into the cool water and the whole effect of the water bathing my feet has just washed away whatever remnants of fear I had of the midnight ocean. Me against the Atlantic. Me against the Ocean. Me against my fear. Now there remains the Atlantic and the Ocean but where is my fear? WASHED AWAY!
Now I am about to leave the battleshore but what is this I that I am seeing on the ground in the distance? With my new found courage I proceed further towards the sea to inspect this whitish object I am seeing on the ground. As if paving way for the conqueror, the ocean tide is also receding in tandem with my confident steps forward. As the wave recedes, it gradually unveils this whitish object on the ground. Now I am up close. And what is it? It is a pebble, uncharacteristically rough and invitingly isolated as if saying to me: " Pick me up, I'm yours". I am observing it for a while but I have decided to leave the pebble behind so I am now walking away from the ocean and climbing back uphill to leave the shore, victorious.
After about two minutes walk away from the shore, it is occurring to me that that pebble could be the proof of my conquest; the crown given to me by the ocean itself; evidence that I came, I saw and I conquered.
So I am returning to the shore, descending the hill again and walking into the water again. This time, I am approaching the midnight ocean so fearlessly and confidently. I have just picked up the pebble. But see there! Another pebble is now showing itself too - a smaller one. I've picked it up also. It seems as though I have been doubly rewarded for the courage to return. And now I have in my possession two stones
I have decided to call each of my pebbles the "STONE OF FEARS". Now I am en route to petrify all of my other fears. All those fears that cannot be petrified will be pelted. And as for the rest of the fears that resist all manner of stoning, they will be heaved into the buoyant and confident Ocean to float away into the waters of no return.
Disclaimer: Much as the author
actually did the above exactly as written, this article itself and the
implied suggestion is not a license to take unnecessary or avoidable
risks. Please be responsible in the search of your "STONE".
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