I parked my car at the top of a parking structure a couple of days ago and saw the window washer securing his gear. As he tossed the ropes over the edge of the building, literally his life lines, over the edge and as they fell 10 stories below he then stepped into his harness which was nothing more than a cloth band and stepped out over the edge. This is what I call confidence, after all he tied his own ropes and secured them to a strong stationary support.
When I worked a corporate gig, it wasnt a comfortable fit. I did it for 15 years until I decided it was time to let go of my safety rope and free fall. During that fall, it became relevant that it was only FEAR (False Evidence Appearing Real) that was holding me back from seeking something I really enjoyed. After all, FEAR didnt stop the vikings crossing the sea and conquering the North, the Spanish, the South. My fall wasnt as bad as the realization of how long I stayed in something that my heart didnt belong in. That really stung and I see and talk to so many so many people who live in FEAR of the unknown.
We the modern people live in a fear based society. If fear governed this guys life, he would have a safe job swapping parts in a computer or sweeping a floor. Maybe its his second or third job. After I watched him for nearly 10 minutes, I asked myself the question, I wonder what he gripes about?