As children, we have high
aspirations. We have minds that will
build castles in the clouds and sail ships across the great seas. We keep imaginary friendships and color
outside the lines. There is something
about a child, he has hopes, dreams, plans… But he does not know of the fear that grows with time. The fear, that if he so lets it, will shatter him.
Now, its about fear. Fear, an
emotion that will make my heart pump so loudly, I can feel my ears ring. I can hear the sky fall from the earth
and crash beneath the grounds. I can see my
palms sweat and I can feel my feet stab of pain.
I can see… I can hear.. I can feel… Fear.
It can overtake me. I can live and give love. But can I live up to the expectations? Can I be what is wanted of me? I fear my dreams… my wants… my inspirations,
may dwindle. I fear my ability to
produce art will fade. I fear this soft
child I hold, this sensitive artistic child, she may succumb to the taunting eyes of this
world. I am going public, little
one. I am going to produce my thoughts
on to paper and I am going to show it to the universe.
Oh child, do not be scared. You are sweet and ever so kind. You have talents that transcends
galaxies. You built palaces of glass and gardens of sweet fruit. God gave you such a strong
will. God gave you a passion. He gave you an abundance of love
surrounding your heavenly abode. God has been so
kind. Now, child, be His instrument. Spread the word of His goodness and of His
love.
Fear.
There is something about him. We
all have it, don’t we? Those two seconds
of what if… I can do this but, I won't for fear is too overpowering. I can enter these gated doors, but I fear
where they may lead me. Can my
energy, my delicate child, can it handle this universe? Can it shine ever so bright in a world filled
with expectations, hate, competition, and war?
Can this child, this artistic child survive? Fear.
I say, conquer him. This devil, I shall break your shackles and
let it go. I shall let nothing hold me
back. This artistic child, I shall
strengthen her bones and build her strong.
Yes, world, mother nature will nurture my aspirations. She will support me.
For fear, fear is not meant to be here.
Be well.