They say that when you're at the bottom, you can only go one way. I beg to differ. It is entirely possible to slide along the bottom for quite awhile. I don't reccomend it, but it is possible.
I know this because I've spent so much time at the bottom, sliding around. I even retrace ground I've gone over a million times in order to prove to myself that nothing's changed. It is exactly as I left it. Only I must be revisiting this because I have not learned what I came to learn. Or maybe I miss it. After all, there is security in the devil you know.

I was thinking about a new direction in which to slide (specifically out of the bar and into bed) when I heard the taunting voice making fun of my beer. Never seen a girl drink a Red Stripe. What's the matter with him? I played along, grateful for distraction. He surprised me, asking me to dinner. This one had manners, so I agreed, and walked precipitiously close to the edge of a giant cliff.

My parents gave me a stuffed seal for my second birthday. I imagine that, at the time, it was as big as I was. It's about two and a half feet long (yes, I still have it, though it looks like a memory of it's former glory) and immediately "Sealy" became my best friend, protector, and champion. He was my security blanket, the one that watched over me as I slept the precious little that I did. He went everywhere with me, except school. Sleep overs were left if he was not with me. Almost never washed, I remember the first time I saw another, newer version of him in a store. I didn't recognize him. Did he not always have a neck devoid of stuffing? Was he not always just a little bit smelly? Was his face not always smushed in on one side more than the other?
I brought him to college, just as my parents had teased me about beginning when I was about ten. I bring him out of the box he is packed in (because, really, how do you display a two and a half foot seal?) every once in awhile, wrap my arms around that stuffing-less neck, and smile, thinking of all of the adventures we shared, and hoping that one day he will share adventures with my own childern.

Is there such a thing?
Since fearlessness lies entirely in the perception of the viewer, not the one acting fearless, is there such a thing? And does it matter?
When I was a kid and watched my neighbors go whooshing by on bikes, I thought they were so brave. I wanted to be them. But who knows what their hearts were thinking as they whizzed down the hill? Who knows what younger kids thought as I did the same thing a few years later? I certainly did not feel fearless!
In my job, I work with a lot of power tools and teach others to do the same. I know that fear is a good thing; it makes us pay attention and keeps us humble. A machine will let a user know, almost immediately, if they are doing something wrong. Fear of things going wrong keeps our heads in the game. This is not to say I enjoy being crippled by fear, (certainly no one does) but to dileniate between fearlessness and recklessness.
I guess, for me, it's about preparing as best possible, hoping for the best, giving my best. I don't want to miss out on something because I was afraid (like I almost did with bikes!).
I guess being fearless is following your dreams, being an (unintentional) inspiration for someone else. When your heart calls, it calls so loudly that it's hard to hear anything else. My suggestion: follow it. Follow it because in the end, it doesn't matter if there is such a thing as  being fearless because you are being the bright light you are and following your path, illuminating the path in the process, so that others may see the way to go.

1. Do unto others as you'd have done to you. In other words, act responsibly. This extends into the world as a whole. My momma always said that if she could teach us one thing, it would be to be responsible. I took this farther than she imagined, because for me, it means I must be responsible for thee world around me, and do all I can to make it a better place.
2. Gratitude brings wholeness, which leads to happiness. There is enough for all of us. Be grateful for what you have, do good work, and the results will follow. It might not be what you expect, but it is enough.
3. Never stop learning.