Fearless

Fear was not a new word but a strong one for that matter. Even avoiding it was nothing to compare with all the other words he had ever heard, read, known or thought of. Fear was there ever since the very first day of life, even all the moments there had been no reason for it, the word was still present to emphasize fear itself not being there, like a very important lack, missing, and a void of disturbance or in his case an essence. Yes, fear was truly his essence, which was why he had to keep his head clear of it. The slightest trace of fear in his mind could have been much more effective than greater amounts in others’. His soul was cleansed out of it once in a while through various rituals. Sometimes he just wondered how this - for him - forbidden fear was, sometimes he feared feeling it inside him without recognizing it. What if?