I have an abundance of fear.
It is always hanging around me.
I’m grossly aware of it,
its heaviness,
its constancy.
There’s something in it that forces me, on what may be a spiritual level to consider that maybe, just maybe, it is a gateway to breakthrough, to blinding beauty, to realities yet un-imagined.
If I ignore fear, convince myself that it is irrational, pay no attention to its power, its message, its beckoning, will I miss something important; something true?
Could fear be what grounds me and draws me into the raw truth of life?
Can fear be not only important, but worthwhile?
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