…of water
…of heights
…of this virus
…of death
…of public speaking
…of public humiliation
…of failure
…of inadequacy
…of rejection
…of abandonment
…of loneliness
….all this and many other fears make us live as if we have our foot on the brakes, to move around the world like Baudelaire’s wounded albatross, to not function at our full capacity. All this make us less happy, to love with caution, unable to taste freedom to the fullest, to have little confidence in ourselves and others, to experiment only when we do not expose ourselves too much, when we are comfortable.
If we took our foot off the brake and start accelerating, the same way we do when driving our cars, how would we feel? How would it be to live more often as if we were driving a convertible on the coast of Italy, with our favourite music turned on and to worry only of having the best day we have ever had?