WRITING PROMPT | INSPIRATION
If Spiders Were Friends, Could We All Get Along?
Writing Prompt: In a world without fear.

In a world without fear, I’d feel lost. No more shallow breathing or heart palpitations for unknown causes — only feelings of eternal peace and serenity. Wouldn’t that be nice?
Embarking on a path only the courageous used to go, faith would guide me to places not yet travelled. Is this Utopia or Earth? Someone, please squeeze me.
I’d love to see citizens joining hands, raising each other, rather than tearing each of us down?
I once battled tigers.
Fear has diverse ways of showing up, wrestling with our psyche, and spitting us out until we’re emotionally naked and spent. It’s akin to facing a wildcat, barefoot and weaponless, with only a wet match. Yet, we have the power to fight back, to frighten the beast with our passion — to ignite the fire within us and scare the tiger away with our flame.
I used to have a recurring dream — a tiger chased me. No matter how fast I ran each night, I’d hear the beast gaining speed until I felt his dripping saliva on my neck and his hot breath in my ear. It was terrifying, and yet, he never killed me. I’d wake up before he could finish the job. So while my predisposition to fear was natural, it wasn’t fatal.
In a world without fear, we could co-exist in harmony, live together as one — sing kumbaya in unison. But how would it look to live a life where we are no better or worse than the animals living among us?
For some, this would be heaven on Earth; for others, it would be their nightmare.
But what about the climb?
If there was no fear, we could climb mountains hoisting each of us on top of each other to reach for the top, but is there room for everyone?
And would the climb be satisfying if there were fewer challenges and more alliances?
If we got too comfortable, we could become so entangled with each other that we lose ourselves.
“The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.” — Martin Luther King, Jr.
While this may prove true, I am my most capable self in moments of mindfulness and calm. When I experience greater moments of peace, I can skip the climb to move mountains, making an easier pathway for everybody else.
The Scarecrow, the Tin Man, or the Cowardly Lion.
Would we first travel our yellow brick road to find answers about how to navigate ourselves in a land without fear? If the cowardly lion could find courage, couldn’t we?
However, in the absence of fear comes unconcern, and thus lies the danger of finding ourselves apathetic. There is no guarantee that we would come together to conquer life’s vices in a world without fear. Instead, we might go in the other direction, becoming selfish.
Only in the face of courage do we find a reason to cast our ego aside. Instead, we’d focus on others, for we would be of the understanding that loving each other is the purest form of loving ourselves.
But if “courage is knowing what not to fear,” what place would courage hold if we were fearless?
Dorothy and her cast of unlikely friends learned to stay true to their authentic selves and embrace who they are. If we believed, we’d know we have everything we need inside of us. Imagine living in harmony with others without pretenses. Oh, the places we could go, the milestones we could reach.
Yes, without a doubt, in a land without fear, I’d feel lost. But finding myself would be a heavenly experience—a place where security and harmony could embrace us to live as one extended, loving family.
Doesn’t it sound glorious?
Welcome to my dream.
This story is my entry to Flint and Steel’s exciting writing challenge contest seen here.
