Fear can take many forms. It’s ugly face can sometimes be imperceptible even by the one who fears. It creeps in and takes hold of ones heart and mind. And just when I think I’ve overcome it, it manifests in some other way.
My dreams can sometimes be a fear in disguise because they take me away from right now. Sometimes I fear that my dreams won’t come true but aren’t these not the same fears that keep me from dreaming in the first place? Fear is fear anyway you look at it. But if they are truly dreams they should come from a place of hope. They should lift me up. Dreaming makes looking forward beautiful. Fears make our past demons come alive. I must move forward from this place of hope and learn something from these demons. Perhaps they have something important to communicate to me. Maybe my fears have a purpose that I just don’t understand yet.