Fear takes us all at some point. And what do we do about it?
Some people fight it, some people hide from it, and some run in face of it.
But as everybody likes to think, we always prevale. Bullshit. We do get hurt, we do bleed.
In life is necessary to face, to run, to hide from fear, this way we get stronger, even though we are sometimes weak.
We see it, it is right there, living in our garden, a beautiful red rose. But while we are so small, we are afraid to go there and get it, because the garden seems to be so vast and dark sometimes, just like big forest full of wild animals waiting for you.
Poor child, poor men and women, we all want to be loved and to love something or someone, but we are so terrified of the simple thought of it.
One day it will get out of you.