Some may think, "of course I accept. Fear has almost no place in my life."
But let me bring up the topic of...Ghosts?
I've almost always lived in perpetual fear of Ghosts, mostly Hollywood's doing. I've never been a huge fan of Horror Movies, but I've seen enough to make me shiver when I think of Ghosts.
I fear them, even though I have drilled the fact in my mind that "Ghosts don't exist". I fear, even though I do not accept. I asked myself, what does this mean? Is my acceptance genuine?
My fear went away when I heard this story, from a friend. Whether it is fictional or not, you decide.
(Don't worry, I didn't think it was scary, and by my standards, it probably isn't.)
(The end)."A man, who does not grow with with Scary Hollywood movies, Novels, or anything that might suggest that Ghosts exist, or are scary, grows up happily.
Reaching Adulthood, he moves to a 'haunted' house, and each day, he goes down to the Kitchen to have a cup of Coffee. He finds to his suprise that someone has already boiled a fresh pot for him.
So he sits down, pours a mug for himself, and another for this kind stranger who he cannot see.
This happens every morning, until it almost becomes a morning ritual (as I'm sure many of you have ). He invites a friend over, and calmly pours 3 cups of Coffee...one for himself, one for his friend, and one for the kind stranger.
The friend thinks that this is strange, and almost runs away when he sees that the third mug is moving by himself. Our main protagonist notices this, and says
"Oh, he's just living with me. He's quite helpful, and I appreciate his presence here. Why are you afraid?""
Perhaps this is a nice little story to reflect on life. At times, what may seem normal to us, may be terrifying for others. Maybe this is the other way around.
But really, something should be seen as it really is. Accepted as it's true being - no more, no less. The 2nd man was afraid of Ghosts, but the first man accepted them. The 'ghost' never did any harm, yet still, the 2nd man thought this was a bit too strange for him.
One question I have started asking myself after listening to my friend tell this story is
"Have I accepted so and so, or feared it? How can I use this acceptance to live a fulfilling life, or how can I turn around my fear, and start accepting?