In any boat at sea most people think it unlikely a sandbar or sunken ship lurks below those waves. Requires some leap of faith to step out of the boat.
Lots of trusting required, feeling ‘I’m not afraid’. Especially, non-swimmer me. Note to self: take life jacket …
How do we know water is wet? Do we step in to confirm?
How do we know water is deep? What are my odds if we just know, jump in – blindly/blithely into someone’s life?
Flip that around – are we afraid or at all hesitant to jump from a safe secure place into our own lives?
Not playing word games. Imagine – leaping from where you are feeling safe (probably aren’t but you think you are because everything is ‘normal’, comfortable and usual…) into the unknown. Scary? Or, I’m OK with this, trust my instincts, trust my ability to sink, swim, fly, soar, walk … and run in hot pursuit of what I want, what I need and what I believe I am meant to do.
So, if we are exploring new territory – someone else’s life, someone else’s place, someone else’s mind/heart, should it be any scarier than taking our own ‘leaps into something new’? Not really. Ten times as scary. Ten times as exciting.
I can rationally distinguish intellectual elements from emotional. Sure. Analyze it. Smarter we are, smarter our counterparts, we break down anything into component parts, convincing ourselves this is the ‘best idea ever’.