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I cannot have a man who is afraid of everything, I don't have the time to soothe insecurities and fears, I cannot have a man who is standing on a stone by a creek, watching for the fish to swim by and every time he sees a fish he says "Oh look, this fish scares me, I wonder what this fish means, this fish might mean- this, or this fish might mean- that" for God's sake, they are just fish, and they don't mean anything! Such a sad thing, so many fine, strong men standing on top of little stones, pointing at fish all the time! Such a waste! Such a waste of time! I can only have a man who will leap into the water, not minding the damn fish and whatever other little things that scare him. I need to have someone who is braver than me; if I am a pirate, he has to be the pirate Captain, if I am a pirate Captain he has to be the flying dragon. ↗
#courage #dragons #fear #fears #insecurities
One day, as Sarita tended to the wash, Gemma played in the garden. She was a knight, you see, with a sword fashioned out of wood. Most formidable, she was, though I didn't quite know how formidable. As I sat in my study, I heard screaming from outside. I ran to see what the commotion was. Sarita called to me, wide-eyed with fear, "Oh, Mr. Doyle, look- over there!" The tiger had entered the garden and was making his way toward where our Gemma frolicked with her wooden sword. Beside me, our house servant, Raj, drew his blade so stealthily it seemed to simply appear in his hand by magic. But Sarita stayed his hand. "If you run for him with your life, you will provoke the tiger," she advised. "We must wait."... I must tell you that it was the longest moment of my life. No one dared move. No one dared draw a breath. And all the while, Gemma played on, taking no notice until the great cat was upon her. She stood and faced him. They stared at one another as if each wondered what to make of the other, as if they sensed a kindred spirit. At last, Gemma placed her sword upon the ground. "Dear tiger," she said. "You may pass if you are peaceful." The tiger looked at the sword and back at Gemma, and without a sound, it passed on, dissappearing into the jungle." ... "The tiger had gone. He did not come around a gain. But I was a man possessed. The tiger had come too close, you see. I no longer felt safe. I hired the best tracker in Bombay. We hunted for days, tracking the tiger to the mountains there. We found him taking water from a small watering hole. He looked up but he did not charge. He took no notice of us at all but continued to drink. "Sahib, let us go," the boy said. "This tiger means you no harm." He was right, of course. But we had come all that way. The gun was in my hand. The tiger was before us. I took aim and shot it dead on the spot. I sold the tiger's skin for a fortune to a man in Bombay, and he called me brave for it. But it was not courage that brought me to that; it was fear..."But you," he says, smiling with a mix of sadness and pride, "you faced the tiger and survived." ... "The time has come for me to face my tiger, to look him in the eye and see which of us survives." - Mr. Doyle ↗
#gemma-doyle #love #tiger #courage
Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many. Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. Flowed up the hill and down King William Street, To where St Mary Woolnoth kept the hours With a dead sound on the final stock of nine. There I saw one I knew, and stopped him crying: 'Stetson! You, who were with me in the ships at Mylae! That corpse you planted last year in your garden, Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year? Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed? Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men, Or with his nails he'll dig it up again! You! hypocrite lecteur!-mon semblable,-mon frere! ↗
#fear #humanity #london #the-wasteland #war
When you defeat your opponent, can you definitely say that you don't think "I hit him! All right!" and hold pride in your skill, that you don't have even a little moment where you feel a sense of achievement in your work? Miss Sniper In my view, you are the ones that I can't understand. To seek for justice in a special place like a battlefield is what's strange. Is it heretical to kill with alchemy? Is it better to kill with a gun? Or is it that you were prepared to kill one or two, but can't bear killing thousands? When you wore this of your own will, weren't you already prepared? If you don't like it, you shouldn't have worn it in the first place. You moved forward onto this path on your own, why are you playing the victim now? If you're going to take pity on yourself, don't kill people in the first place. Don't avert your eyes away from death, look forward, look at the people you're killing in the face. And don't forget them, never forget, becuase they won't forget you. ↗
#disillusioned #fear #killing #war #death
This wasn’t what she expected. Never, in her wildest dreams. This... this was the Blood Queen of Garbhán Isle? Scourge of the Madron lands? Destroyer of Villages? Demon Killer of Women and Children? She who had blood pacts with the darkest of gods? This was Annwyl the Bloody? Talaith watched, fascinated, as Annwyl held onto Morfyd the Witch’s wrists. Morfyd — the Black Witch of Despair, Killer of the Innocent, Annihilator of Souls, and all around Mad Witch of Garbhán Isle or so she was called on the Madron lands — had actually tried to sneak up on Annwyl to put ointment on the nasty wound the queen had across her face. But as soon as the warrior saw her, she squealed and grabbed hold of her. Now Annwyl lay on her back, Morfyd over her, trying her best to get Annwyl to stop being a ten year old. “If you just let me—” “No! Get that centaur shit away from me, you demon bitch!” “Annwyl, I’m not letting you go home to my brother looking like that. You look horrific.” “He’ll have to love me in spite of it. Now get off!” ... “Ow!” “Crybaby.” No, this isn’t what Talaith expected. Annwyl the Blood Queen was supposed to be a vicious, uncaring warrior bent on revenge and power. She let her elite guard rape and and pillage wherever they went, and she used babies as target practice while their mothers watched in horror. That’s what she was supposed to be and that’s what Talaith expected to find. Instead, she found Annwyl. Just Annwyl. A warrior who spent most of her resting time reading or mooning over her consort. She was silly, charming, very funny, and fiercely protective of everyone. Her elite guard, all handpicked by Annwyl, were sweet, vicious fighters and blindingly loyal to their queen. ↗
A game like sardines is scary, not so much for the hider but for the seekers. It's scary because you lose your companions and the whole world creeps up quiet and you slowly realize you're going to stumble upon a secret place where everyone will jump out at you. And then, when you are the very last seeker, you start to wonder if you're the only person in the world. If the hiding place somehow sucked up the players and the last one has to decide to run away or get sucked up, too. ↗
Beyond the clouds, above people, beneath the skin, inside people, we’re waiting for you. We see you now, as you read. We’ll see you when you stop thinking about these words. Above and inside your face, we know your secrets. We know what you hide from yourself. You can’t escape us. We hold your heart in the palm of our hand. If we like, we can squeeze it. If we like, we can crush it. There’s nothing you can do to stop us. Our gaze notices your every single move and your every single word. Say a word now. Make a move. We smile at your words, as we smile at your silence. No one will be able to protect you. No one can protect you now. You’re even less than you imagine. We’ve seen a thousand generations of men like you. It was our pleasure to let them walk on the lines of our hands. It was our pleasure to take everything away from them. We guided entire generations of men through tunnels we built that led nowhere. And when they arrived at nothing, we smiled. You’re just like them. We’re waiting for you above and inside your face. Continue on your way. Follow that line of our hand. We know where that tunnel you walk through will end. Keep on walking. We see you and smile. Beyond the clouds, we are fear. Beneath the skin, we are fear. ↗
فذاكَ الأب الرائع المنصرف إلى تفكيك الخيمة ومساعدة أطفاله على ارتداء الألبسة الصوفية، كان يودّ أن يضاجع سكرتيرته، ولكنه خائف من ردّ فعل زوجته. وتلك الزوجة التي تتمنى أن تعمل وتحقق استقلالها، كانت خائفة من زوج متسلط. وأولئك الأطفال، أمِن الممكن أن يكونوا على هذه الدرجة من اللطف والتهذيب لولا خوفهم من العقاب؟ وتلك الفتاة التي تقرأ كتاباً، وحيدةً تحت مظلة، خائفة في أعماقها من احتمال بقائها عانساً. وخائف أيضاً ذلك الشاب الذي يرغم نفسه على تدريب مكثَّف تلبية لرغبة والديه. والنادل الذي يقدم الكوكتيلات الاستوائية لزبائن أثرياء، مبتسماً رغم خوفه من أن يُصرف. والفتاة الخائفة من انتقادات الجيران، ما يجعلها تعدُل عن حلمها بأن تغدو راقصة، فتتابع دراسة الحقوق. والعجوز الذي يقول أنه يشعر بالصحة والنشاط منذ توقف عن التدخين والشراب، في حين أن فزعه من الموت يصفر مثل الريح في أذنيه. والزوجان اللذان يقفزان في رذاذ الأمواج، إنَّ ضحكهما يُخفي خوفهما من أن يصبحا عجوزين عليلين لا جدوى منهما. والرجل ذو الجلد البرونزي الذي يروح ويجيء بقاربه الآلي بمحاذاة الشاطيء، مبتسماً ملوّحاً بذراعه، إنه خائق من فكرة أن توظيفاته في البورصة يمكن أن تنهار في أي لحظة. وصاحب الفندق الذي يراقب من مكتبه هذا المشهد الفردوسي، ويسهر على راحة زبائنه وسعادتهم، إنه مؤرق بالخوف من أن يكتشف محضّلو الضرائب التزوير في حساباته. كل الموجودين على هذا الشاطيء الرائع، هم في نهاية هذا النهار، فريسة للخوف: خوف من العُزلة، من الظُلمة التي تملأ المخيلة بالشياطين، من يوم الحساب، من تعليقات الآخرين، من الحب والصدود، من طلب زيادة، من قبول دعوة، من الضرب في المجهول، من عدم النجاح في إتقان لغة أجنبية، من العجز عن التأثير في الآخرين، من الشيخوخة، من الموت، من أن تُرى العيوب ولا تُرى المزايا، ومن ألّا تُرى لا العيوب ولا المزايا ↗
