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Fear

The world looks different from the eyes of a child and eyes of a middle aged man. A newborn child has no fears because it is unaware and has no knowledge of fear. A grown man well that’s a different story… After chatting with some of my friends, I came to confirm the fact that all grown ups have fears. From normal phobias such as being scared of heights to fear of dying

Death scares me not; I believe we all are scared of any physical pain (you don’t have a choice really as much as your mind is trained or can withstand the intake but according to the human anatomy and biology- you are bound to say ouch when you burn). I do have some small things (creatures, creepy crollys) that make my body squirm on sight. Growing up, Failure use to be my biggest fear, until after 18 (well, that’s where the brain is fully capable to be cognitively 100%), I realised, there’s no better way of learning and appreciating what you achieve if you do not fail or fall. I swallowed that hard pill and past that fear, as the years went and the better advanced and matured a person became the more the universe challenged and the forces of nature tried to get the best of you irrespective of good or bad.

Audrey Hepburn once said “Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering - because you can't take it in all at once.” I love my work and it use to be something that I feared to lose but now as much as I love it and appreciate having it, I know it would not be the end of the world if I happen to lose it.

You can judge your age by the amount of pain you feel when you come in contact with a new idea, Pearl said. Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure, words by Marianne Williamson.
Fear not what the response of another might be, be bold to take the risk in telling the truth. Fear not what tomorrow may bring, you lived through yesterday and survived today. Does it matter that you don’t know? Whether “if” you will be still alive tomorrow (Touch wood)? It matters not, and surely does not have to reside on your conscious.

I stand firmly grounded and ready to embark on a new journey. I appreciate my past and hope the Luna plant blooms and lives long. May the steadfast have no fear and when they stumble know that we all from there. Life goes on and never stops.

Every second counts, every heritage day is a big deal and every door has a handle to be opened and to be closed. We all have better things to do than to hold anxiety about the past, things like enjoy a moment fighting with an old cheap corkscrew or take a walk in the scotching sun and yet come back empty handed instead. It’s not the happening that matters; it’s the memory within the happening that deserves to be treasured. Make peace with the past and mourn your loses and come back to earth.

Love yourself, be careful; protect others, have fun and have no fear

Comments

Lusa said…
Life goes on yes!, but sometimes it keeps bringing you back to the same point where peace and tranquility can be found
Bella Songwiqi said…
How much of a coincidence that I find myself reading these words almost a year later and ... I find comfort in them. Tragic

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