Tag Archives: Fear

Face the Inevitable Without Fear (1 min read)

Written By Millionaire’s Digest Team Member: Travis Tuckett

Founder & Owner of: Call Me Trav

Millionaire’s Digest Team, Contributor, Beauty, Food & Drink and Health & Fitness Writer


We are all born with the sad reality of death. With life comes death. It is inevitable. Death is always looming over us, as life must end. So, we need to keep moving and make the most of everyday we are blessed to be alive. Each day we open our eyes is a good day. Continue reading Face the Inevitable Without Fear (1 min read)

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Do What Scares You (1 min read)

Written By Millionaire’s Digest Team Member: Jamie Irvine

Founder & Owner of: Influence Revenue

Millionaire’s Digest Team, Contributor, Blogging, Books, Business, Entrepreneur, Family & Life, Sports and Technology Writer


Have you ever had a really great idea that scares you?

It has been my experience that GREAT ideas that are scary are the very thing you should pursue with single-mindedness.

Continue reading Do What Scares You (1 min read)

Your Fears Are Groundless… Trust Me! (3 min read)

Written by Millionaire’s Digest Team Member: Dusty DeGroff

Founder & Owner of: Cooking with the DeGroff

Millionaire’s Digest Team, Contributor, Health Living Writer


“There are more things likely to frighten us then there are to crush us. We suffer more in imagination than in reality.” Seneca, Letter #13

I want to start here with this quote because just writing this is actually me acting on those imaginary fears. It’s amazing that writing or the desire to write or even the desire to publish something scares the crap out of me. Continue reading Your Fears Are Groundless… Trust Me! (3 min read)

The Time, the Fear and the Life (1 min read)

Written by Millionaire’s Digest Team Member: Sandra Faria

Founder & Owner of: Sandra Faria and Mindfulness Awake

Millionaire’s Digest Team, Contributor, Fashion and Successful Living Writer


In old civilizations, time was measured by the stars and the moon. It was the system that they used to know the best time to hunt and to seed.

Measuring time was necessary not only to obtain food but also for religious purposes.

Continue reading The Time, the Fear and the Life (1 min read)

What’s Keeping You from Giving Up on Your Dream? (2 min read)

Written by Millionaire’s Digest Team Member: Mookie Galavotti

Founder & Owner of: Mook’s Market

Millionaire’s Digest Team, Contributor, Books, Business, Education, Entrepreneur and Successful Living Writer


Hi everyone!

Today like most days, I was thinking about my dream of becoming a successful entrepreneur, running through my head as usual. And I wanted to take the time out and share some factors about dreams and not giving up that may also be running through yours as well. Continue reading What’s Keeping You from Giving Up on Your Dream? (2 min read)

6 Tips for Facing Fear (1 min read)

Wribtten by Millionaire’s Digest Team Member: Kristina Koti

Founder & Owner of: Kristina Koti

Millionaire’s Digest Team, Contributor, Successful Living Writer


When talking about fear, the first step is to face it. But how do we do that? Probably, step 0 would be to keep in mind that fear is a normal reaction of protection, be it physical or emotional.

Continue reading 6 Tips for Facing Fear (1 min read)

Fear is a Gift: Embrace It (2 min read) 

Written by Millionaire’s Digest Team Member: Kayla Arroy

Founder & Owner of: Essencentral

Millionaire’s Digest Team, Contributor and Successful Living Writer


I’m sure you’re wondering what on earth I mean by saying fear is something to be embraced.

We’re all familiar with the typical experience of fear. It tends to creep in when we’re in situations like doing an important job interview, a big presentation, or before we do something wild like sky-diving or bungee-jumping. Continue reading Fear is a Gift: Embrace It (2 min read) 

My Continuous Dream and How It Ended (3 min read)

Written by Millionaire’s Digest Team Member: Neil N.

Founder & Owner of: Moments to Remember

Millionaire’s Digest Team, Contributor, Writing Writer


I woke up in despair over something, again. Though, in reality, I never knew what it was. It would come and it would go just like that. A persistent and aching memory of seemed to be neither the past nor the present. The mind could have not conjure such imaginations without substances holding it or in other words, it is impossible to think of something we’re not capable of doing, such as the warmth of her cheek, the touch of her fingers, her breath, her body, her substance. Does ‘she’ even exist? or am I simply rummaging through all my past experiences? Then what of her? How did she come about? The question I asked myself as I hurried through the door, terribly late for work.

Days like these I always found myself late. The dream of the night before somehow had taken hours off my schedule.

“Maybe she’s someone from your past?” The waiter suggested. “Memories does that, when a trigger occurred, it would have sprung out even the deepest of memories that lays dormant”

“Like a virus?” I replied.

“Exactly”

Then what is the trigger? I could perfectly view her in that vivid dream of mine, but I could not, for the life of me, identify it. Her laughter echoed through my ears, her existence gave warmth before me as if she was there, holding my hand. Before, she was just a random dream my brain made up to accommodate my nights, soon it continued up to a point where her existence has become my day, and my day became a horribly lonely, faded dream.

I handed the keys to my waiter, and have him open up the shop for the morning. If the dream consists, I may not be up at all. With what I know, the very source of it must be investigated which is the dream itself.

“Where had you been in my life?”

“I never was in it, not yet anyway” She replied.

“Then why am I seeing you?”

“Because memories does that, it is showing you what you misses the most, what you’re about to forget. The memory itself is clinging on, banging on that brain of yours to remember” She whispered as she placed her hands on top of mine.

“So you’re saying we have met?”

“No, you’re saying that. It’s just your subconscious trying to cohere with your condition”

“Then are you a figment of my subconscious?”

“A question for yourself it seems” She giggled.

And I woke up, with tears flowing down my eyes, smearing my cheeks, feeling nothing but distant sorrow and loneliness.

Sometimes I’d reflect myself and see how far I had progressed, from one point to another, hoping to catch a glimpse of what I used to be. Was she really from my past, my future? or my brain is simply slowly breaking apart.

I’ve always been a man of solitude. Relationship has been proven, on my side, based on my experience and observations, to be completely inconsequential. Or it could be my early shy demeanor, closeted attitude and introverted life that had brought me to that conclusion. That I could’ve continue without ever needing it, and even now I don’t, what I really seek through all these mysteries is simply an answer that would balance out everything again. When I could enjoy doing I love and being what I truly am. When it occurred, it changes me, it’s bugging me from inside out, begging me to take notice of its existence.

“Maybe you just have to wait” The waiter commented. “It will come, one day, maybe not now, but it will come”

“But it’s idiotic, to believe in blind faith” I replied.

“It’s not blind faith, call it a gamble. Don’t you enjoy an occasional gamble?”

With the very balance of myself as a bargain.

And it continued. After few months, I had accepted it as the way it is. It’s a part of me now. This nonexistent lady that was somehow imagined from my very imaginations had become a real person in my brain. To avoid sounding like a complete maniac, I should say, she had taken resident in my memory and she shows no signs of leaving.

It was a Saturday, and I was enjoying myself reading on one of the tables. Someone came through the door had to share a table with me. Something she didn’t seem to mind as I even offered my leave. She commented that it was nice to have a company. It was quite busy, hence the situation.

“It’s always full here on weekends. Glad I could get a seat.”

“It’s your lucky day then”

“Not exactly luck” She replied. The waiter came and took her order as she smiled her way through the menu, simply contemplating on the choices available.

“What is it then?” I continued as soon as the waiter left.

“Call it blind faith or whatever, but it was worth the wait. Don’t you think so?” She smiled right through me. Not for what was behind me, but rather through my physical existence. As if it was knocking a door deep beneath this flesh of mine. And that’s all I could remember of it. The waiter remarked on how we chatted through the afternoon before she left. Every Saturday, around 11:30 A.M. in the morning, she’d enter around this busy cafe and would somehow end up on my table, to a point where we had known each other quite well.

One evening, I noticed how I had stopped dreaming of that particular girl. And somehow as I lay deep under the thick blanket of my bed, I had the deepest impression, that I was sure, that she will not be returning anymore. Not in my dream, that is.


Article Credits: Neil N.

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