If you have followed Fay or Gustav you have seen the yellow arc of it’s projected paths. Since I live in South Florida I am nearly always in the path of terror, the boarded up windows and the flood advisories . I am stringing together supplies for a storm that I am told is heading my way. The storm I fear is more tornado than hurricane. It pulls everything dear to you into it’s vaccuum. There is little warning. I am scared.
You spend your childhood being convinced there are no monsters under the bed. You grow up, you read the newspapers and come to understand that monsters are in fact, everywhere. You embrace it. Fear is clever. He pretends to be your ally, your protector. You respond by parking in well lit areas and rechecking the deadbolt on your back door. Eventually, he becomes the doubt that kills love and destroys confidence.
Today I realized that I can not be living my dreams if I am living my fears. Neither can you.
hear, hear!
Tanya
September 3rd, 2008
“I realized that I can not be living my dreams if I am living my fears.” Love that line!
Take care, CZ. God bless.
Nimmy
September 4th, 2008
As long as you fear the fear, it gets the better of you. Once you let it go, its nothing but “False Evidence Appearing Real”
Good post !!
Cheers,
Prashant
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Prashant Sree
September 6th, 2008
Jeeze! You’re braver than I am.
I have a friend who live in the Camen Islands and was recently talking about this.
Stay tough!
Bohemian mom
September 6th, 2008