I have a fear of heights. From a certain cynical perspective, most of my life is just a mild form of pretending, but it’s the rare moments of intense fear that wake me up to the reality of it all.
All such fear I’ve every experience has been artificial in that I volunteered for it. Sky diving was one example. The satisfaction of overcoming fear, letting it inspire me instead of paralyze me is a great feeling.
That said, there are things that I could not volunteer for. The following video is an example:
The line between the degree of artificial fear I can and cannot overcome is well defined, but it’s not fixed. It moves. In a way, competing often has moved that line further and further out.
Maybe one day you will see me doing something equally as stupid as these Russians. Until then I’ll remain grounded in my fear-chasing endeavors.