I recently realized that I become the most upset about something when I know that I am wrong. Not wrong in the sense of 1+1=3, but wrong when compared to the moral and societal compulsions that I am obliged to follow. I feel obligated to express my point and make others understand my train of thought—because I fear being mislabeled and the recourse of my conclusions.
Fear is compulsory, I cannot avoid it when I go through this thought process. I have been subjected to so much additional stress in my life due to those infectious societal standards that I fear the judgment that I incur from being an outlier. I have read 1984, Fahrenheit 451, The Fountainhead, and I have witnessed firsthand what fear and public discrimination can do to an individual. I fear suppression of my thoughts, feeling, and actions above all other things.
I believe in freedom of segregation, preordained justice, and fear. We live in a society that is on the brink of an outstanding turning point, and it is still fear that controls the populace.
“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain”
-Litany against fear