there are just some things you can't escape. they follow you across an ocean and into the shower - relentlessly - like an obedient dog. fear is one of those things.

(it's such a funny little thing)

it doesn't exist without recognition. none of us want it, and yet we feed it and grow it anyway. our little companion, always there when we call it.

why do we fear the greatness in ourselves? why do we avoid it, bury it, sink into the mundane holding on to that stasis with all we've got, hating those who are doing what we secretly wish we 'could'?

fear rots us. we could be so much more.