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Let's fear!

The best thing that happens in my day is when i find myself and my other selves alive, because the good in the morning is that we are, there in the morning. Of all the fears that we carefully amass, it's the fear of not being alive the next moment, that's taken very much for granted. Death is feared by everyone even-though it's a shared fate, and life being the brief stay, is assumed unlimited. I really fear not being alive, being extinct but not necessarily death.I don't think humanity is ever going to crack the formula for how to live a life, and i also think we don't need a full blown answer, we just need few hints, since the answer is- to each their own. One of the hint for that question is undeniably, fear, a definite one i believe.
                                   There are a lot of things we are afraid of, or get scared by but fear is the only one,worth your attention.A child is ironically a fearless creature because there is more glee in trying the unknown and less fear of that decision to try.We were afraid of the monkeyman and scared of ghosts at night as a child, but fear is something we master, in all that time the fearless creature grows into adulthood.In the larger picture, every adult has a common fear, their future or shall i say their expected future and yes i just described myself in that one stretch of words.As much as i get disturbed by the echoing of the larger picture, what really holds my interest with my attention are the fears that directs my smaller picture, the picture i have a choice to enlarge.Your fear of judgement makes you not raise your hand in a classroom and that's why when you stand infront of a classroom years later, you end up urging the class to raise their's, your fear of failure makes you question your worth and so when you begin to find the answer, you end up knowing it's worth failing, your fear of being inadequate in interaction makes you unapproachable and that sometimes leads to the few with whom you forget the inadequacy, your fear of not being good enough leads to a load of self-doubt which may drive you crazy, for so long that, at some point along the journey, you really start to put your faith above every single crap you've been telling yourself, your fear of a lifespan that will remain unknown, to the concept of a supremely eternal condition of heart when it falls in love and it's lucky innocence of being true makes you the starting point of being in love with yourself truly. It's your fear of sharing your story with the world and the way it will be perceived that in most case makes you an artist, it's the fear of not being yourself that makes you yearn for a life that can only be earned at the cost of being a rebellion. We spend years keeping our feelings dormant, under the rock of 'what ifs' that we forget how important it is in these times to even let someone know, they are immensely capable of being loved, deeply, just because of who they are. We hesitate smiling at a stranger for fear of security, we shy away from performing fearing a mockery, we pull ourselves back from dreaming the stars fearing if we even deserve to take a flight, we keep ourselves believed as busy fearing for being taken granted, we want our surroundings be filled with people for fear of being alone, we want our surroundings be free of people, because we fear being too busy for the things that brings us peace, we prefer eating healthy for fear of being diseased and sometimes just sometimes we fear the diseased body gaining the health back, we fear being expressive because we don't want a grim look, we fear asking questions under the excuse of respecting the age, we fear answering the questions because it may reveal the truth which in most case, hurts.We fear being hurt, so we don't look for love and we fear being in love, so we prepare ourselves for the hurt.It's fear that keeps us inside the shell and it's the fear of remaining inside all life that makes us break it. I fear being alone in life but not as much as being left alone, I fear taking chances, chasing goals but not as much as not trying at all, I fear being madly homesick when I leave my land but I also fear not traveling the world at all, I fear if I am too easy to be fooled but not as much as being fooled by my own people, I fear not having a career at all but not as much as earning just money out of a career I don't love, I fear being passionate because it's not something I witness so often but so often I get worried about not burning my blood for atleast one small thing i am passionate about, I fear being too naive, too sensitive, too opinionated, too dreamy, too rebellious, too soft, too harsh, too happy, too unhappy, too beautiful to even exist, too boring to even look, too loyal to believe , too sick to treat, too simple to never experiment, too stylish to smile, I fear the positives as much as the negatives because in life the possibilities of both haunts us for the good in bad and for the bad in good. As much as we have hated fear for the way it has controlled our lives, we owe it to this very dreadful feeling for reminding us to live beyond them, to let our faith of overcoming them be the control of how we live. Fear only manifests as real when you really surpass it, it makes you choose, gives you a milestone to reach, a purpose to fulfill, a chance to believe in yourself, a reason to wake up with a goal, a point of beginning a story, a turning point of changing the story, a reason to try, a moment to fail, a branch to hold, a sky to rise, it's fear that drives us mad and it's the madness that keeps us alive and kicking!..I really fear not being alive.....I really fear not having a fear at all.... because I know the latter is lethal.

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