From the time we’re kids, we’re taught not to be afraid. It’s the one thing we all pretend not to be and it’s probably the only thing we all are. I wonder what it would be like if we had never learned to bury our fears but instead, we were just taught to admit them.
I’m afraid of missing out on all that life has to offer, of arriving at my end regretting things I didn’t do and counting the opportunities I passed up.
I’m afraid I won’t have enough faith in myself and in life to walk away from situations that no longer serve me.
I’m afraid of not having love in my life.
That was frightening… but also strangely liberating.
So much love!