What is fear?
What does it mean to really be afraid?
If I was to walk into a room, where stored away deep inside are the greatest fears of my life, how would this room look like?
What would I find buried in that room,
What fear would occupy the biggest space?
And which fear would take up the smallest corner.
Would these fears be real?
Or imaginary?
If your fears were to be stored away in a room
What would it look like?
Would it be full of disease, and rejection?
Or would it be full of regret, heights, and flight?
Or maybe the unknown, failure and loneliness?
Would you be able to describe these fears? Or only feel them?
Would this room be full of fears that we can’t conquer
Or would it be full of those we hope we can overcome one day?
Would this room perhaps be one we could invite others to glimpse inside?
Or would it be a room that would have them running away
Perhaps this room itself was a fear?
Would we be able to fathom courage somewhere deep inside and face these demons?
Or would we cower away in acts of cowardice?
What is fear?
What does it mean to be truly afraid?
What is it about a certain situation, or person or thing?
That makes our stomachs clench and our breaths catch, not in moments of passion,
But in that looming cloud of wariness that cages us within ourselves, locks us away within our own minds, unable to fight against it?
What is fear made of?
What does it mean to live a life of fear?
And why do so many of us, fall down so often, with arms lifted up in surrender,
On the battle field, against this formidable force called fear
Why do we surrender the fight, and allow fear
The chance to destroy our abilities and potential?
To ruin our relationships and our health?
Why do we opt for the easiest route, Escape.
Is it something we can ever truly conquer?
Or is it something we bury deep within ourselves and ignore its existence
What starts fear?
Is it the sharp tongue of a teacher, or the disciplining hand of a parent?
Is it the decimating realities of a harsh disease?
Or the realization that life does come to an end,
That we aren’t as expendable as we are ought to believe
Is it the crude comments of bullies?
Or the humiliating remarks of our peers
Is it the societies we live in, that, pits everyone against each other?
And silently dictates that there can not be existence without labels?
Is it the beliefs we hold dear, that bias our vision towards those with other beliefs
Or could it be the communities we grow up in, the values instilled in us that somehow cage us our whole lives
What fears do you have, what started those fears?
Have u ever truly been able to conquer some of those fears, or is it a continuous battle that I hope your refusing to give up on?
What is fear?
What does it mean to be truly afraid?
And in the end, how do we truly conquer our fears?
With All My Love_S
