You are scared. I am scared. We all are scared.

While humanity might not collectively share precisely the same fears, there are a few fears that seem to come up again and again. Fear of rejection. Fear of death. Fear of failure. Fear of embarrassment. Fear of disease. Fear of loss. Fear of heights. Fear of intimacy.

Like black mold, fear grows in dark, stagnant places. Our natural reaction to fear is to conceal it, hide it, sit with it, mull it over and ignore it. This only causes the fear to compound into something akin to phobia.

The only remedy for fear is to take it head on, the way the bull takes on the matador.

One of my best friend’s, Zach Janicello, tells me that baby bulls begin charging within days of being born. This isn’t because they are angry or spiteful. It’s because they are scared. We must face that which scares us like the bull: head-on, face-to-face, up close-and personal.