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We must practice being without fear if we are to live free of it. All that comes to us, matches us.

Sometimes people can’t hear us over their own pain, the defeaning noise of their self doubt, the fury of their demons, the voices of their memories. It is not your job to silence that noise, but rather to soothe it, to comfort the angst at its source. Because sometimes the stillness of your presence and the silence of your listening makes that noise doubt itself; sometimes the repose of one serves as a mirror, reflecting serenity on the demons of another. And sometimes— more than not— OUR living free of fear gives others permission to do the same.