Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Fearlessness is pretty stupid, really. Fear is good. It stops us swimming in crocodile-infested waters and nipping across the 6-lane highway where the traffic’s doing 110.
It should also stop us entering the house through the jemmied front door when the gunman is likely waiting poised at the turn of the stairs, but fictional heroines (even more than heroes) seem to lose their commonsense in situations like this, which annoys me intensely. Whatever they’re trying to prove might make for a splashy funeral, but I’ve never seen the satisfaction in that. Although in fiction they always emerge triumphant, which is also annoying since it implies that dumb acts end in glory.
But I guess that’s just me being picky. Or jealous, knowing any dumb act of mine is guaranteed to end in wholly inglorious humiliation.
In the real world, though, it seems to me that the only people who are genuinely fearless are small children and the psychologically incomplete – neither of whom have any grasp of consequences – or those who for whatever reason see death as an acceptable option.
Courage is feeling the fear and doing it anyway.