I find myself sometimes scared...well...shitless.
Not because I watch too much news or because I think some terrible thing is going to happen to me. Sometimes I am afraid because I know that at the end of the day, no one is responsible for me, but me. Sometimes I am afraid becuase I feel the responsibilty for the life of my child. Sometimes I am afraid because I can't quite tell which is more terrifying....a life of happiness, or a life of struggle. In these increasingly frequent moments I long to be held.
Perhaps it is primal, like a child crying for their mother. Perhaps it is spiritual, a person crying out to their god.
Can all fear be held in a strong man's arms?
And if so, does the strong man never fear?
But if he does, who is to hold him?
I wonder....
Finding my way 'home'
10 years ago