To say that life sucks -
Well, that's an understatement.
You can tell me about this gift of life, this sacred blessing; you can preach to me about its beauty and its value.
But how can one not agree with the fact that life irrevocably, equivocably sucks?
As you cross the potholed streets of life with your heart on your sleeve and a smile on your face.
As you feel the world in your mind suddenly change. You feel it in the water, in the earth, as you smell it in the air. When darkness creeps into the forests of your mind, as whispers fill your head - murmurs of unspeakable fears.
Perhaps that's what life is, no? Conquests of our inner fears; learning to live with those fears tucked into the very corners of our mind.
What do I fear most?
Fear itself.
Life is riddled with strategically placed moments of pure fear; they could be little happenings of our daily routines like a failed test, a failed relationship, a failed job. A failed life.
But nevertheless, they are no less fatal. These fears that we grow up with will never leave us.
They say the only way to conquer fear is to face fear itself.
But can we, really? Is is that easy to accomplish? Because I'm sorry, but I've got no darned courage to speak of in the first place, so how can you possibly ask me to be brave with just a flick of your hand and a nonchalant remark from those hypocritic lips of yours?
Conquering fear is not about having the joy of spending your days unafraid. It's about learning how to live life, and, well, is there anyone who really knows how to?