Fear is a large blanket, covered in many different scenarios. Fear means many things to many people. For me fear is the movement of six little legs, moving my way. Fear is standing on the peak of my favourite mountain, looking down, and trying not to let the edge pull me off. It is the affection of a lover from whom I have yet to gain trust. Fear comes to me in the form of a compliment I do not believe. Fear is not knowing what is lurking in the shadows when I am alone in the eve’. Fear is opening up my doors and dropping all of my walls with a very great chance of being burned. I am afraid of moments like this, writing a post, where I fear I am unable to outdo my last one. Fear is that moment when my heart nearly stops in my chest and I don’t know what to do next to change the path of the situation. Fear is the bane of my existence. The thing that holds me back from all of the wild adventure in the unknown. Fear for me is the word “no” when “yes” should be the only answer.
What is fear for you?
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