Oh I wonder what pain shall I endure when I stand up and walk away from my fear. Will I regret it or will I prosper? That’s something that no one know’s. I’ll just have to keep walking away and try my best not to look back. I may have moments when I become weak and look back at fear, but never again shall I sit with fear and let it talk me into staying for a while.
It has been said that a person's death sits just out of sight, slightly behind the left shoulder. Whenever we consider a course of action and fear grips us, we need only turn to the left and ask our death whether our time is yet up. If the answer is no, then there is nothing to fear ... for all fear traces its root to the fear of death.
I agree!