Contrary to the
title of this blog, I had a troubling dilemma before I could bring myself to
writing this piece here. Perhaps I can confidently confess that I did not give
much thought into the naming of the blog with a future picture in mind. Now
coming to the subject:
I have heard and
continue to hear people- mostly who are on the verge of making life changing
decisions- say they are having cold feet; and I thought wait, its summer how
can your feet be cold? What an unrelated imagery portraying decision making
much in contrast to the disease or syndrome itself. Much these days translated
into an emotional state that each of us constantly and unwillingly are entangled
with – fear-. For some when it hits, it encourages the self-preservation mode
in them, whereas in others it instils the drive to even go further or do more
of what brought about the fear. Dependent on your personality trait, fear can
squash or uplift you.
Finally in recent
days, I too have been experiencing this “cold feet” syndrome, mainly because I
made some life altering decisions. Now this being the first time ever, I found
myself doubting, second guessing choices I was making; I guess that was the
“self-preparatory” state that I in most instances under similar circumstances
find peace in. Until I was showed with encouraging advices and life examples of
similar cases to mine, I was in the deep to a point where reverting decisions I
took seemed an option; but then I thought it would render me a spineless and
faint-hearted person having to give in to the negativity from within and that
of bitter lives.
Not that I would know
a great deal about it, but in my few years in an attempt to acquire knowledge;
I have learned that success is being put to the scale and measured in different
units, quantity (what you have currently) and quality (will what you currently
have last). Because we are so tuned to equating success with something, the
instant we see a hint of failure or negativity in our paths; the fear sets in-
hence the cold feet.
I guess what I am
trying to get across is this that no matter what we do, how brave we are, or
how good a front we can put up; whether publicly or privately the fear will set
in regardless of the amount of time we might spend in such a state, it’s the
how we get ourselves past that, that matters: much like
the way how we decide to either cross the traffic lights on ember running or
wait for the green man to wave us past in a relaxed walk.
