Could it be, I wonder… Could it be that my only fear is to deceive? To not meet the expectations. To let down. To hurt. To not be liked… Loved.
Could it be that in all the decisions I make, too many things hinder my judgement, such as the fear. There is an order, a logic, a sense of responsibility that I'm not sure I can grasp anymore.
Shifted, all the bases I used to plant my feet and claim. Futile, all the reasons invoked to justify.
"If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character…Would you slow down? Or speed up?"
-Proof (from Haunted)/ Chuck Palahnuik
On finding solid ground, I have nothing to say. If only it would stop shaking… The one I'm standing on would do just fine.
As long as your responsibility is towards yourself, than you should be able to manage the fear. It becomes unmanageable when we worry too much about perceived responsibilities toward others and fear disappointing people.
On another subject, you reminded me of the Okeefenokee Swamp (“Land of Trembling Earth”) in southern Georgia.
Chris
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