The relinquishment of fear

The relinquishment of fear

Sometimes we cling to that which makes us afraid; comfort in a familiar feeling.
Sometimes it does us good to free ourselves of that which is holding us back – lifting a weight from our shoulders.

This is all easier said than done though, as most things tend to be.

Sometimes I look at my work and wonder why it is so dark; why can’t (or don’t) I do something lighter? There are the occasional lighter shots in there but on the whole my body of work is quite dark. Then I remember that I find beauty in things which people would consider dark; the music I listen to, the books I’ve read, the films I watch (though I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not a film person).

Having said all of this, I’m a massive wuss and I get scared quite easily. I’m scared of being in the house by myself when it’s dark, I’m scared of garages and lofts, sometimes I’m scared of dark stairs and hallways. It used to be really bad when I lived in my old house with my parents. My bedroom was part of the extension on the house, which meant there was a short hallway at the top of the stairs which led to my room and the main bathroom. I would imagine all sorts lurking on those stairs, wolves was one of the main things. Big red glowing eyes.
We lived in that house until I was 20, and I remained scared of leaving my bedroom at night until we left.
I also feared that houses garage; when I was driving my mums car and had to put it in the garage I would open the door just enough that I could peer under it and check that nothing was there lurking.

The layout of the last house I lived in with my parents was different. The house on the whole was darker, but the garage was boarded up from the inside so nothing could lurk and there were light switches everywhere and not a hallway in sight. The entire house was split over four floors  so there wasn’t a long dark staircase either.

The house I now live in is in between the two; I’m not as scared as I was in the first house, but there is still a staircase issue and a very big loft issue.

Weird how strange phobias come about, though in part I put it down to a very over active imagination; so this shot (and post) is about embracing that which makes us unique and using it to make us stronger as people in whichever way makes us happy.
Embrace that which is you 🙂

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