Running
From Fear?
Anxiety
controls you. Your life seems too busy
to stop and smell the roses along the way; how sad. It brings tears to my eyes to watch you run
from thing to thing and never truly touch the essence of all you involve
yourself with. I ask why?
“Illusion
surrounds you like smoke and mirrors”, and you take no time to process and
assimilate the life that touches you. Do
the moment and the beauty frighten you and are you fearful that if you stop you
will be consumed be all that you see, touch, feel…..?
If
so then you are missing the point of the journey. Your constant planning, always moving, never
stopping has already consumed you, and that becomes the defense to slowing,
stopping, and being present in the moment.
You might ask yourself why?
It
takes silent courage to face this question; to ask yourself alone, and to seek
the answers alone without the reassurance of an audience. This self question can lead to the feeling of
anxiety, isolation, and the sensation of not being able to breathe. This is a frightening question but if you
brave the anxiety it will produce you will learn a great deal about who you
are.
This
question won’t kill you although the resulting anxiety may fool you into
thinking that it will. It takes courage
to with quiet strength face your inner fears, illusions, and
misconceptions. It seems easier to
distract with frantic movement and constant activity than to sit quietly with
your feelings. You are drawn to the
flame but you resist.
You
come close only to flee back into your activity; the contrived busyness of your
life. This chaff and dross weigh you
down, but they have become familiar weights in your life, they are known, and
the thought of shedding them produces anxiety.
Your anxiety interferes with your becoming free and you allow the safety
of the known, anxiety, to dictate your response to freedom. You are your own prison and you hold the key
to your release. Only you can put the
key in the locked door and step free of the gilded iron bars of your cage. Are
you ready to do this?
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