Sometimes the strangest of situations can give you a real insight to what you are made of.
I was stuck in an elevator yesterday for a whole 20 min
and that moment really changed my perspective and the idea I had about “me”.
I have always been scared of elevators, it’s the
same fear I face when flying. I am not in peace and am constantly praying for
the flight to land and get out of it. When in an elevator, I always look out
for ways to save myself “If things were to go wrong”. The taller the building,
greater is the fear. It helps if I share the elevator with someone but if I am
alone I am praying to the elevator gods.
So yesterday when I entered the elevator and it moved to
the first floor and just stopped, I would have expected my reaction to be that
of sheer panic, (I also suffer from Phasmophobia and Nyctophobia, so at the
same time wondering which spirit I was sharing the lift with and if he or she
is going to be friendly). I would have been picturing my death after the lift
had plummeted to the ground (to the daredevils out there rolling your eyes,
don't make me explain phobias).
But to my surprise I see that I was strangely calm. So
this is what happened