Thought
Are our fears alive? I mean, they have a name and an history… There are so present that I can even feel them, see them… They have a substance, a life.
Does being fearless means that we have to kill it, to take away the vital substance from them?
I prefer to think that it is a transmutation… The fear is like a stagnant pond of water that is made flowing again. The pond loses its identity, though it gains another! After all, there never was any “pond” entity as such, only a set of circumstances in a limited time/space that could be seen by some as a “pond”…
Who will we be tomorrow?
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