Fear; that angelic demon. He has his goods and his bads. His ins and his outs. He causes trouble, but he makes us aware. He sharpens our senses, while at the same time, dulling our hearts.
Don't fear my dear.
Nothing will harm you.
Not as long as i'm here.
These are hard times, to sit and watch everything crash and burn around you. To feel it in the air, both literally and figuratively.
To feel the singe of the heat on your skin, the ashes in your lungs, the weight of a friend in need on your shoulders.
How can everything come crashing down around you without expecting yourself to spiral down along side them.
We watch as their feathers falter, their wings weaken, and they fail to soar.
You have every reason to fear my dear.
Use this to your advantage.
The fact that you are capable of fearing something before it even occurs is in itself a blessing.
You have now prepared yourself, for this spiral to fall upon you.
When you see it in the distance, turn your back.
Because with this fear, you WILL see it in the distance. You WILL see it coming.
And you have the choice, to change your path, redirect your weary footsteps.
Or you can sit, watch, and let it all come crashing down around you. Slowly, painfully, taking you with it.
The choice is yours my friend.
Don't let him get the best of you.
Fear is proof of our senses. Without fear, what are we but senseless beings. Motionless stones.
For because of fear, we have an insight, to what possibly could be, to what the future might hold.
We have the potential to warn ourselves, to turn our back on the fire before it burns the rubber off the soles of our shoes.
Our shoes are what carry us, they endure more than we ourselves do.
Let them be tattered and torn, let them carry good times in their stitches, and dirt in their pores. But keep them away from the fire that burns.
Fear is uncomfortable in our skin, it is foreign, and ugly, yet it is a well known stranger. An unwelcome, yet frequent guest, he who haunts our well being- our sanity.
He who whispers tantalizing words into our ears. Gives you shivers? Watch his horrid smile spread.
But we are better than this beast. Beauty and the beast. Be the beauty. Live with the beast. Know how to handle him, control him, keep him at bay. Keep him in the dark corners of your mind.
How are you feeling sir? How are your wings?
....
"Oh son, Please keep a steady wing
And know you're the only one that means anything to me
Steer clear of the sun, or you'll find yourself in the sea
Won't you look at your wings
They're coming undone
They're splitting at the seams
Steer clear of the sun"
-Thrice
I don't know if your wings are real.
but i've never seen you without them.
and i follow you everywhere.
-asw
P.S. That fortune i wear around my neck, I wear it for a reason. Reasons like this.
"Don't give up, the best is yet to come."
B.
