“The enemy is fear. We think it is hate; but, it is fear.” – Gandhi
I think Halloween is fun. My wife thinks it is the best day of the year. I prefer to sit outside munching on fun-size candy bars while families wander by in goofy costumes. My wife likes to purchase skeletons that frighten the neighborhood children. That isn’t disturbing at all, right honey? (Awkward nervous laughter.)
I may not like Halloween as much as my wife, but I do enjoy it. To promote the candy industry, sure, but more importantly, I like the idea of poking fun at things that scare us. Not because our fears aren’t real or sufficiently serious—I don’t advocate dismissing fears. Instead, I vote for conquering them. My parents have been taken away by that ultimate fear we call death, and I don’t seem to be getting any younger myself, but I have decided that fear and death will not have its way with my life. I fully intend to live a life that isn’t ruled by fear.
Ralph Waldo Emerson once wrote, “When a resolute young fellow steps up to the great bully, the world, and takes him boldly by the beard, he is often surprised to find it comes off in his hand, and that it was only tied on to scare away the timid adventurers.”
Don’t be a timid adventurer.
My friend, Danny, says it this way: Fear is a punk. I’ll be celebrating that tonight with a bowl full of Kit Kats and Mr. Goodbars.