Whatever future, whatever past, each day brings us to our very last.
These words are something which ran through my head the other day during meditation. I’m not sure where they came from. Maybe I tapped into something which was screaming to be heard, or my mind thought, “let’s screw with him”.
It’s possibly the first and not the latter, but neither would be surprising.
Our future is there in front of us, yelling at us, telling us we can do amazing things, if we’d just do them and quit stalling or being afraid, but fear is always what keeps us from doing things.
Fear drives us to commit horrible crimes and fear creates people who otherwise wouldn’t be heard if not for their fear.
Stealing away from fear, our lives are our own. They are run by us, and only us. We do the things we want, because fear has less hold on us than anything else, but the fear is always there, it’s just hidden away.
Our past may not be the way we wanted it to be, no ones never truly is, but it’s there to learn from, to destroy the fear residing inside and chase the demons of our past into the night.
The night holds fear, but only for those who fear it. There are many things to fear in our world, none of them are truly about fear, more about we believe fear to be.
Fear is that heartbeat in the bottom of your throat, the gasping for air in pool and lies we’ve told.
Our fear, our past and our future are nothing but what we make them out to be. They stand by waiting to be called into battle, but there is little we can do until the battle call is heard.
Fear keeps us from fulfilling who we should be, and not who others believe we are.
Fear disrupts, causes chaos and changes our very subtle rhythm in our hearts, There is nothing more controlling about fear, than the pain of fear.
This pain causes things to wear us down. Take our mind from us and causes us to question who we are, or who we want to be.
The fear of our lives is under our control, how we control it determines how we live our lives, or if we live our lives.
We fall through our lives, waiting for the very last, living in fear of that last day.
We should ignore the fear of our last day until it arrives and then only at that moment when our last gasp comes out will we know that our fear of death meant nothing.