Fear? It took my body destroying itself to get me to wake up and let go of pointless fear. Go back to 10 years ago. Moving meant pain. Everything felt like it would break if I tried to move. I can't dress myself, I can barely walk, my body is powerless. Depression settled in. I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis. After a year of this hell, I found a solution that actually worked for me! Pain-free mobility slowly came back. My body stopped attacking itself and was healing. After a year of being incapable of doing anything, I realized I was now capable of OMG! ANYTHING. Having my body back, having my life back, I had to actually make use of it! The first thing was to get painting. I always dreamed of being an artist, a painter, but I was afraid. Wait... wtf? Fear of mistakes? Fear of failure? Fear of the unknown? I was given my hands back, my body back. Suddenly that fear seemed, well, pointless. Because hell, now I had the chance again to GO make mistakes! Failure? Sure! I can now run to that! Jump into it! High five it! Actually please don't high five me, my hands sometimes still hurt.