A Tale of Fears and Cardboard Dragons
11 Nov
I’ve been doing quite a bit of thinking about fear lately…and I think I’d like to share a story with you all. Many people actually aren’t aware of this, but I spent a good portion of my life struggling with a paralyzing fear of social interaction. In school, I wasn’t able to look people in the eye when I talked to them, and I mumbled at a level slightly below the range of human hearing. As a result, I felt like I had earned a reputation as one of the “weird kids,” because all of my conversations looked like I wasn’t talking to anyone…and just sort of whispering to the floor all the time. As funny as it seems in retrospect, it was really a terrible time for me. I only had a few real friends…no chance with girls at all…and I eventually had to undergo a couple of IQ tests because some of my teachers were convinced that I might have been a bit “special.” It turns out that I placed fairly high above normal…borderline genius, in fact…but because of my fear, many people thought that I should have been in a special needs class.
I played sick on days when I was supposed to give a speech or a presentation, and instead of opting to do a make-up performance, I took the zero instead. Giving speeches and making presentations caused my hands to shake so badly that I could almost never finish, anyway, so I figured there was no point.
That is what our fears have the potential to do to us. They’re insidious monsters that roam around the shadows of our mind, forcing us to run from them and create safety zones in our minds…setting up barricades and roadblocks to keep them from getting in. But guess what? When we do that, we also keep ourselves from getting out. I was trapped in my head for almost ten years, spending so much of my life hating myself and hating my fear for what it did to me.
But when I graduated from high school, and I really had the time to stop and look into the face of the fear monster, I decided to stop running from it…and start studying it. And I happened up a realization that I wish I had stumbled on far earlier in my life. Fear is not really a monster at all. It is the test that life has given you…to see if you are worthy of the things that you want most.
In truth, fear is nothing more than a cardboard dragon that guards a treasure trove of untold riches. Your greatest desires are in that trove. Your greatest hopes. Your greatest dreams. All you have to do to get it…is walk past the beast. And the funny thing is, the dragon won’t even put up a fight. Because it’s NOT REAL.
But so many of us never gather up the courage to figure that out, do we? I know I didn’t. We see the things that we want in the distance…and we see this great, monstrous thing guarding them. But most of us don’t have the balls(or the…ovaries? I guess?) to think about facing it, let alone touch it to see if it’s real or not. We just see a terrifying vision, and we turn tail. But when we run from our fears…how many of us realize that we are also running from our dreams?
In all the years I spent fearing social interaction, one of my biggest dreams was one that almost every awkward teen has: to find someone to fall in love with. But unless you’re Edward Scissorhands, it’s incredibly difficult to get anyone to fall in love with you without social interaction. I kept shunning social situations…and I kept missing out. Much later in life, I learned that I’d missed out on quite a few opportunities for love because I was busy feeling sorry for myself. I had kept my head down in fear and shame, and I had failed to see some of the things that were right in front of me.
So take hold of your life. Walk past that dragon. And the next one. And the next one. I guarantee you that each fear and each cardboard dragon that you conquer will yield a new achievement for you…a new dream reached…a new goal achieved…and if, for some reason, you don’t reach your dreams, at least you’ve got a sweet new collection of cardboard dragons…:D. So why stay idle? Why play it safe? Why spend the rest of your life running from a monster that doesn’t really exist? We can’t let our fear keep us from taking chances. No matter how great the fear, we need to give it a shot. Because life truly is shorter than we think…and as the great Wayne Gretzky once said, “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”
Thank you for taking the time to read and grow with me, friends. May each new day bring you a new dragon conquered, a new mountain climbed, and a new outlook forged. Namaste.

This particular post was inspired by a friend of mine who mentioned my blog in passing, saying, “Wow, you’re really turning into a regular self-help guru, aren’t you?” And while I’m sure this was said with the best of intentions, it got me a little down.
In honor of the upcoming Halloween holiday, I’d like to present something slightly more gruesome than you’re used to…but, hopefully, no less helpful…lol.
When the burdens of life weigh heavy on our shoulders and the world feels like it’s about to come crashing down, it can sometimes be difficult to weather the storm. Loss, worry, and pressure have a habit of swirling together to form an avalanche of stress. An avalanche that can crush us beneath its increasingly powerful progress if it isn’t stopped right away.
William Shakespeare once said that all the world’s a stage and all of us are but players upon it. And there have been a lot of different interpretations of this famous saying throughout the years. But I’ve always found it to mean one thing: the roles that we play are the roles that we come to fulfill, and the people that we pretend to be are the people that we ultimately become.
Hello, everyone.
I’ve spent quite a bit of time bandying back and forth about the various concepts and implications behind motivation. What motivation is, what causes it, what influences it, etc. And I think that that’s important knowledge to have, because it’s easier to set a plan in motion when you understand why each step is necessary.
As I was getting up from my daily meditation this morning and walking to my desk, I spent a little time thinking about how much my meditation room-slash-study has changed over the years. Right now, the whole place is practically empty. Bare. Clean. And that’s how I like to keep it. But once upon a time, there were piles of clothes in the corner…stacks of boxes in the closet…a pile of empty water bottles by my chair…and a stack of papers almost a foot high on my desk.