That fear that grows silently when you least needed, it’s like a plant that seeds every time you feed them with fear and doubt
We clutch at air like we clutch at life, we build walls that declares our inner most protection, saying not to go nearer to that place
This fear is like gripping your keepsake, afraid to lose what’s inside this treasure box of memories and secret treasures…
What is here, what makes you feel fulfilled from all of the things that make you live, and what makes you smile
That fear of loss is what eats away your soul to live to the fullest you needed to make of yourself
What are your shields, what treasures lie within this field of view you have, the cycles of life from today, yesterday and tomorrow…
As we sit it our chairs, and stare at screens, this life is reduced to a scripted auto-pilot scenes
Where the gossip flows unendingly, the channels are filled with stories about people who you know or may not know
We eat, work and sleep and now the days are arranged that comfort from that hold of habit, the cycles that we call our own…
We fear in the dark, loose end, the void, the unknowns, but what is the question we truly fear from all of the routines we built from this empty shelves
To walk where no one dared before, to knock on the wonder’s secret door, is a taste of an empty life in a world that doesn’t care
Choose to live, choose to seek like being the wild, the brave, the bold and the unique life you meant to survive, so fear not death but live the most precious life to grow and to be alive!
The courage to leave the fear behind
That fear of dying calls
In the way we choose to be
For we’ve lived, and loved, and tried
