Today my reading was about bugs. Yes, you heard me right. Bugs trigger a funny bone kind of reaction in me that has to do with fear. That is if I find one on me or in my house. It got me thinking of a conversation I was having with a friend the other day about fear. It makes me wonder where that fear came from because as a child who spent a lot of time outside, I thought bugs were fascinating.
How silly it is when you think about it that we should fear such tiny little creatures. It’s almost like an exaggeration of how one human emotion can get out of control without any thought or understand as to how it ever became a truth we to let ourselves believe.
What is fear, but an instinctive reaction to an unpleasant feeling triggered by the perception of danger, real or imagined.
That one tiny bug, after all, could bite me and who knows what will become of me then? All that thought process takes away from the wonderful things that bugs have to teach us. Like what facing our own fears can really do for us. I mean think about it, where do these tiny creatures get the courage to walk on our giant bodies in the first place? I don’t know about you, but I sure wish I had that kind of fearless approach to even the simplest of things in my life.
What’s a bug got to do with it? It teaches us what FDR meant when he said, ”there is nothing to fear, but fear itself.”