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On August 12th, I awoke from a dream where I had been inside an elevator; consequently, I was reminded of my strong fear of the metal contraptions. I sat curled up in a ball in the dream, much like how I did when I was younger, and began to silently panic.
As the dream continued, the scene became more ridiculous with the introduction of a heavy couch, followed by a king-sized bed with an old lady in it, and also a bunch of people, all of which made me increasingly uncomfortable.
Upon waking up, I began to contemplate that, despite my fear, elevators will always be a major part of my life. The reason being is simple; my fear of elevators is trumped by my desire for the convenience that they provide.
I have literally gotten into elevators that had tendencies to free fall multiple floors time and time again, even with the memories of the screams of others at the back of my head as the doors slid shut.
Despite the slips' frequency, I would find myself in the metal box of death only a few days after any kind of incident would occur.
I would dare say that my desire for convenience is worse than my fear of elevators because the fear made sense while my behavior did not. So, if you were to ask me, "if your friend jumped off a cliff, would you jump as well?" My honest response would likely be; does he have my (insert convenience here) with him or not?
Going in the direction of convenience without consideration for our natural hesitation toward our fears seems almost like a dehumanization and lack of self-preservation to me. Of course, there is a level of prudence that goes too far and leaves us bound by fear. But I think it’s important to be cautious, knowing our lives are primarily indebted to God, and therefore, should not be taken lightly.
ReplyDeleteI love your take on this. It got me thinking.
Exactly!!! You even covered the extreme that I failed to consider. Thank you for your comment!
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