F.E.A.R

Fear, what is it? How does one define it? Can it be defined? Is it a physical being or only the manifestation of what horrors lie in the head of the individual? F.E.A.R has two meanings as defined by Stephen King in his bestselling novel "Bag of Bones": "Face Everything And Recover" or, my personal favorite, "Fuck Everything And Run."

It's a question that I've pondered for the last couple of days and one whose answer I'm just now beginning to understand (which opens up the flood gates to yet more questions). Fear is US, people that is. Fear is whatever we believe to be true. Our minds is the playground that fear dwells. It swings on the sets of our deepest horrors and slides down the tunnels of places which we hoped to conceal. When one asks the question "What is your deepest fear?" in retrospect they're asking "What makes you afraid of the unknown?" Someone told me that people fear the dark, or, in general, the unknown. My reponse was that people do not fear the unknown, rather it's the known that keeps one awake at night. The known is that thing that dwells in the minds of every human being with a beating heart. The known is what one knows to be there, not some fabled monster under the bed story, but that sinister evil that lurks within the shadows.

John Carpenter once stated that "We're all afraid of the same things." How true you are Mr. Carpenter, how true you are. Everyone shares the same universal fears (dismemberment, failure, dying alone, being shot, death of loved ones, being trapped in an elevator, knowing you were going to die, along with a host of others) but, individually, we have our own personal fears locked away in the deep corners of our minds that surface from time to time when we're out on that late night errand or when you can't figure out what's making that creaking noise in the kitchen. Fear keeps individuals pouring into the theaters when that movie that's been highly anticipated finally drops. It also deflates the audience when the movie does not live up to their expectation. Reason? The minds of the individuals are to blame. When we unlock those areas once locked away in our minds, we give way to situations, beginnings, and endings that are more gruesome more horrid than any film (or MPAA rating) could ever show.

So, what does one do about this fear? Nothing. Fear is as natural as walking. One can never really control fear, it just is. Funny thing is, we as human beings like being afraid. In more practical terms, we WANT to be afraid. Something in us wants to know what lurks in the shadows, wants to know what's making that creaking noise in the kitchen, wants to know if that monster under the bed really exist. No special reason why, we just do. I've stayed awake many a night listening to the sounds of the night. I've come to realize that the night takes on a life of its own. The sounds of Night itself give way to a more terrifying nature. Everything about it is unnatural, but yet alluring. So now, I invite you reader, come take a trip with me. We're going to venture into the darkness to a place called Midnight. We'll stop every now and again, briefly, but this train is headed straight to the heart of darkness. Don't worry, take my hand, I promise to be gentle. If you hear a tapping, don't worry, for it is only that thing which you thought wasn't real. He only wants to assure you that he is alive and well. Come now, I've thrown logs in the fire and the train is picking up speed. All aboard The Train To Midnight.