53 失败还好，成功可太吓人了

关于“害怕成功”的一点碎碎念。 推荐阅读： The War of Art: Break Through the Blocks and
Win Your Inner Creative Battles, Steven Pressfield
摘录整个关于恐惧成功的一节分享给大家—— Resistance feeds on fear. We experience
Resistance as fear. But fear of what? Fear of the consequences of
following our heart. Fear of bankruptcy, fear of poverty, fear of
insolvency. Fear of groveling when we try to make it on our own,
and of groveling when we give up and come crawling back to where we
started. Fear of being selfish, of being rotten wives or disloyal
husbands; fear of failing to support our families, of sacrificing
their dreams for ours. Fear of betraying our race, our 'hood, our
homies. Fear of failure. Fear of being ridiculous. Fear of throwing
away the education, the training, the preparation that those we
love have sacrificed so much for, that we ourselves have worked our
butts off for. Fear of launching into the void, of hurtling too far
out there; fear of passing some point of no return, beyond which we
cannot recant, cannot reverse, cannot rescind, but must live with
this cocked-up choice for the rest of our lives. Fear of madness.
Fear of insanity. Fear of death. These are serious fears. But
they're not the real fear. Not the Master Fear, the Mother of all
Fears that's so close to us that even when we verbalize it we don't
believe it. Fear That We Will Succeed. That we can access the
powers we secretly know we possess. That we can become the person
we sense in our hearts we truly are. This is the most terrifying
prospect a human being can face, because it ejects him at one go
(he imagines) from all the tribal inclusions his psyche is wired
for and has been for fifty million years. We fear discovering that
we are more than we think we are. More than our
parents/children/teachers think we are. We fear that we actually
possess the talent that our still, small voice tells us. That we
actually have the guts, the perseverance, the capacity. We fear
that we truly can steer our ship, plant our flag, reach our
Promised Land. We fear this because, if it's true, then we become
estranged from all we know. We pass through a membrane. We become
monsters and monstrous. We know that if we embrace our ideals, we
must prove worthy of them. And that scares the hell out of us. What
will become of us? We will lose our friends and family, who will no
longer recognize us. We will wind up alone, in the cold void of
starry space, with nothing and no one to hold on to. Of course this
is exactly what happens. But here's the trick. We wind up in space,
but not alone. Instead we are tapped into an unquenchable,
undepletable, inexhaustible source of wisdom, consciousness,
companionship. Yeah, we lose friends. But we find friends too, in
places we never thought to look. And they're better friends, truer
friends. And we're better and truer to them. Do you believe me?