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fear

let not your impulse destroy you...

your hunger to be understood, appreciated, accepted is a large part of what makes you who you are, literally... your desire to put yourself out there, to openly share yourself with the world is the most beautiful aspect of who you are... that is art, that is life, that is beauty...

fear is the enemy...

please do not allow fear to tear you down... please especially do not buy into another persons fears and make them your own - no matter how important you make the other person, please see that the fear is wrong... fear is a disease... fear is a wall... paint on the wall...

������it doesn't matter why
������you answer the call
������just remember fear
���������makes fools
������������of us all

������it doesn't matter why
������you go for the ball
������remember fear
���������makes fools
������������of us all

������������remember fear
������������remember fools
������������remember fear
���������������makes fools
������������������of us all

������it doesn't matter if
������you are big or small
������remember fear
���������makes fools
������������of us all

������it doesn't matter if
������you fly or you crawl
������remember fear
���������makes fools
������������of us all

������������remember fear
������������remember fools
������������remember fear
���������������makes fools
������������������of us all

������������������it's fear
������������������������damned fear
���������������it's fear that makes an engine stall

������������������damn fear
������������������������cruel fear
���������������it's fear that builds every wall

������it doesn't matter if
������you are short or tall
������remember fear
���������makes fools
������������of us all

������it doesn't matter if
������you're Petra or Paul
������remember fear
���������makes fools
������������of us all

������������remember fear
������������remember fools
������������remember fear
���������������makes fools
������������������of us all

������������������it's fear
������������������������damned fear
���������������it's fear that makes an engine stall

������������������damn fear
������������������������cruel fear
���������������it's fear that builds every wall

������it doesn't matter if
������you tremble or brawl
������remember fear
���������makes fools
������������of us all

������it doesn't matter if
������you're Sung-Yin or Saul
������remember fear
���������makes fools
������������of us all

������������remember fear
������������remember fools
������������remember fear
���������������makes fools
������������������of us all

������������������it's fear
������������������������damned fear
���������������it's fear that makes an engine stall

������������������damn fear
������������������������cruel fear
���������������it's fear that builds every wall

������this was a merger of inspirations as it started as a message to myself and the same day became part of a message to a someone who may have needed to hear it more than I did... maybe you do... maybe we all do... a prelude may or may not help you follow my ramblings, but the point is scratching and clawing to get through so I let it continue...

damn fear... and damn conditional love... please rise above it... please let your resolve to be yourself grow stronger and more independent out of this attempt to repress you...

������someone says

��if you love me, you will hurt yourself...

������������������������what do you do?...

������someone says

��if you care about me, you will repress yourself, you will hide your feelings, modify your thoughts, change who you are... if you love me you will let me control you, stifle your art, and fit into the mold I have chosen for you

������������������������what do you do?

I say... follow your heart - not someone elses... if it hrts you, it is not what you should do... and if someone tries to make you do something that hurts you, that person is VERY cruel, if unintentionally... is not the definition of family unconditional love?... acceptance and nurturing of the creative spirit and beauty within?... ask yourself why they are afraid of your honesty - when honesty is the only way to be real, to be you... do they not understand that repressing your art, your honesty, yourself - is killing you?... do they want you to die (or maybe just crawl under a rock and hide yourself away and limit your life as they do?)...

please do not allow someone's cruelty, no matter how unintentional or no matter how it may be disguised, destroy you... that is their intent... to destroy you... to change you... to repress you... to alter the fabric of your being... to innundate you with their beliefs and their fears... to lock you in a room made of their walls... to take from you what is yours, whatever to cost... because your art, your honesty, the free expression of who you are threatens to ask them to face their fears... so they tell you to shut up by blaming their fears and pains on you...

���remember...

you can not hurt anyone... you can only hurt yourself... and others can only hurt themselves with their fears... fear of honesty... fear of truth... fear of feelings... fear of being real... fear of free expression...

fear distorts intent... fear allows someone to see your beauty through ugly eyes... fear allows someone to see your candor through evil eyes... fear allows someone to read false intent into anything... for fear wants to be justified, validated, fed... fear is insatiable and will consume all and change all and re-create all in it's image...

many of us who journal online, many creative people find a way to rise above their fears to share themselves... if you rise above fear and dare to explore yourself, your hopes and dreams, your desires and fears, your feelings and foibles... if you dare to ask the world to accept you as you are without pretenses, without masks, without editing - you have a gift... the gift of being real... candor... honesty... that takes courage... that takes desire to be an individual, to be you...

bless the world with your uniqueness... with your art... with your self... that is the best any of us can do...

many will try to stop you because they are afraid to expose themselves, to face themselves, to be themselves... they would create a world limited by their fears, homogenized and pasteurized by the sameness of conformity... they will use any method they can to take your gift and box it in sameness... guilt, shame, pity, anger, they will blame you for anything you might react to, they will play on your fears...

and you care, you mean no harm, you only seek to be loved, accepted, understood, appreciated for who you are... for the life you can live... for the art you can do...

���remember...

������������������it's fear
������������������������damned fear
���������������it's fear that makes an engine stall

������������������damn fear
������������������������cruel fear
���������������it's fear that builds every wall

������������remember fear
���������������makes fools
������������������of us all

candora

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