we are apprehensive about our destiny, resistant even, some of us feel we've been tricked into a hall of fruits, beautiful untouched women, sweet instrumentation playing from a garden of divinity, capturing even the passing birds; while others believe, a moment of deception has passed their inner gates, a formidable cold wind approaches. a Ghost approaches
fear can hold us back from everything.
stare down fear, for if it were a being, it'd be the darker version of ourselves, scarred, withering, old, cripple & evil. When we see through fear, our purpose becomes justified, for fear itself can humble the most ravenous of monsters.