On one hand, there’s discomfort, which tells me something’s wrong, or isn’t fully healed. On the other, there’s fear the discomfort will grow worse, or won’t end. But fear is a self-fulfilling prophecy. What I fear is intensified and prolonged by my fear. If I fear long enough, I will fear until my death. And if my fear is the fear of death, I will die fearing that. In this light, I can see there’s no difference between the fear of pain, physical or psychological, and the fear of death. Therefore, all of my fear is the fear of death. I look into my pain, and see it is so. If I don’t fear death, what is there left to fear?
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