Fear

I fight with it. Fear. Not the fear of my own, although I do possess some sorts of fear like anyone else, but the fear I fight regularly in my present life is not that of my own, but of my loved one.
Is it even possible to fight against the fear of someone else?
Yes, it is. People do it. Some people do it. When it's necessary.
Like, parents trying to convince their kids that masturbation won't blind them.
Like, social workers try to help the old or the patients facing difficulties.
Like, a General tries to inspire courage out of the chest of the fearful soldiers.

So it seems that fighting against others' fears is somewhat an act of performing a function, doesn't it?

It'll require then something divine, something powerful to transform this functionality. Otherwise, any roll would wear out someday.

Belief. Faith. Some kind of love. Commitment. These are what would be needed.

To give, in a word.

And what about my own fear?
I myself, whenever facing this question, the first thought has been always: looking right at it.
But you need a mirror to look at your own eyes.