Keeping our eyes on the road helps us to avoid most potholes and so generally we aren’t fearful of them and don’t dwell on whether they will be there on the next trip or not. Potholes in the snow are another thing.
There are no clues on the surface and they are often not where you expect them. One wrong step and you are knee deep. Worrying about them won’t help. But it will rob you of the joy of playing in the snow.
Young children do not worry about unseen holes in the snow and find joy in each moment. The magic of childhood wonder is the lack of fear. Every experience is fresh, without the baggage of the past to ruin the present moment.
As we age we trudge out into the snow ever more fearfully. The fear robs us of the present and pulls us into a past where we make assumptions about the future based on a reality that no longer exists. One of my favorite mantras on fear is found in Frank Herbert’s sci-fi classic Dune.
“I have no fear, for fear is the little death that kills me over and over. Without fear, I die but once.”
Fear kills the joy of the present and keeps you from celebrating the journey. It kills the joy to be found in each moment. Expect the unexpected but don’t become consumed by it. Take time today to celebrate where you are in this moment in your journey.