One midnight, a little girl woke up to pass water. She by herself got up and down her bed, walked to the bedroom door and opened it. She looked outside and walked back, for it was so dark in the hall that she feared.
Her mother said, “Don’t be afraid, honey. Take courage.”
“What’s courage?” she asked, running to her mother’s bed.
“Courage is the brave breath,” her mother answered.
“Mum, do you have courage?”
The girl held out her little hands, saying, “Mum, blow some of your breath of courage to me.”
After her mother blew out two mouthfuls of breath into her little cold palms, the little girl clenched her fists nervously, afraid that the “breath of courage” would run away. Then with her fists clenched, she strode out of the bedroom toward the bathroom with nothing to fear.
Her mother said to herself, “It will be nice if someone can blow some kind of “breath” to me, which I can grip in my hands too when I feel frightened, lost or depressed.”
In fact, on most occasions, what we are frightened of is nothing but the fear that we fabricate. Who we should defeat is nobody but ourselves.
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