As usual, we had nothing to fear. And in saying that, I
mean: we have everything to fear. Death
is slated for us all. And maybe it is years from now, in a soft bed, surrounded
by the soft eyes of the people that we love. Or maybe it is not so many years
from now at all. We have every reason to be afraid. But, we also need to learn
to put that fear aside, like a library book. Sometimes we need to check out our
fear, and read it, and study it, and peruse it closely, but at a certain point
return it to its proper shelf and experience something else. Contentment. Worry.
Calm. Hunger. Spinal parasites. And, a great deal of love, of every kind. So
put that fear in a place where you can find it when you need it. Don’t carry it
with you. Don’t carry it with you.
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