Rules: Write for five minutes, no editing, no fixing (so if you don’t like something I wrote…well, I might not either. lol), post, link up, visit others, leave a comment.
This is the single most loaded FMF prompt for me ever. When I consider writing on this word, my mind goes in a million different directions because there are potentially a million different fears. I think about fear a lot, about a lot of different fears. One thing I think about is good fear vs bad fear.
Yes, there is a “good” fear. I’ve only felt it a few times in my life. Each of those times was in a situation that would have probably ended my life and in fear I fled. On the surface they might not have appeared life-threatening. No one was waving a gun in my face, but something told me, when the man in his car who stopped to ask me for directions when I was eight, that something wasn’t right and I needed to get away from him as fast as I could. There have been only a handful of times I felt that fear in my life, not all of them as obviously dangerous when I look back at them. Each time I followed this fear and ran, it was for my good.
Most fear is bad, but sometimes, on rare occasions, it’s given to us for a reason.