The man who walked at night was slipping on the Rock. He was afraid that he would fall several hundred meters deep, knowing that he was in a very deep valley. That is why the branch that was hanging above the rock climbed. At night he saw only a bottomless without a bottom. He screamed and in answer he only heard his echo - no one heard him.
You can imagine how he suffered all night. At any moment there was a death. His hands became cold and his grip was loose... When the sun came up, he looked down and laugh: there was no abyss at all. The rock was twenty inches below it. He could have slept all night and rested well - the rock was big enough - but he spent the hell of the night.
Based on my own experience, I can say: Fear is only twenty centimeters deep. It depends on you whether you will continue to cling to the branches and turn your life into a nightmare, or you will let go and stand on your feet.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
(from the book Osho: Courage - The Joy of Living Dangerously)