Fear.

Fear, the worst figment of our imagination. What am I so afraid of? whats going to happen thats so bad? I ask. I find myself in utter silence. and whatever it is, it probably- no it isn't worth it.

Best not to submit to this fear. This fictional negativity that depends on you and your mind.

Not that difficulty is an absence of life, not saying that. I am not even talking about hope. I am talking about choice. The choice we have within ourselves in which to crush fear or be crushed by it. Fear can easily derive from doubt and the unknown. Sometimes we fear that of what we do not know. the unfamiliar. the different. the strange. Maybe it is that of which we don't understand. Not everything has to be understood.

I discussed fear with a friend. we spoke of our inner freedom, and how we are all free, but cannot always come to realize it.

As said, all fears, all limits, are illusions within us. they don't exist in reality unless we create them.

The smell of power tempts us, but we fear the remains, the consequences of what comes along with it. we are fighting, waiting, trying to be free..but we are already free. we don't know how to deal with our liberation.

so we make excuses. we conform. we settle, or cling. Because its easier to be a victim to life. to hold on to a reason, an attempt to justify oneself. nothing to be responsible for, nothing to provoke blame. a feeling of safety, of the known.

we're afraid of freedom, because with it comes responsibility, and having to take responsibility for ourselves, our actions, our lives.

we're afraid of life, because we're afraid of failure. the fear of suffering, of not having, of not being or vice versa. let us come to realize our freedom, as fear drains from our bodies and our souls..