Being Scared of Nothing

In Philosophy, Short Thoughts

Recently I had the chance to stand on the edge of a cliff with a large drop and it was interesting to observe how my own mind and body reacted to the event. My legs were weak, my pulse quickened, my breathing was heavier, and a voice inside my head was urgently telling me to head back to a safer standpoint.

The incredible thing is that I was simply standing, something which I have taken for granted for over twenty-five years, and yet here I was reduced to a wreck by empty space.

I was, quite literally, scared of nothing.

This is a really interesting experiment to test whether one has truly overcome the fear of death, as many philosophies of life instruct us to do.

I clearly haven’t.