A time comes when you are more afraid of being hurt than anything else. When the reason you don’t take the most important and the most beautiful step just because you fear you might have to go through pain..something you want to avoid at all times. Suddenly that pain starts to look like a mammoth heartache that you want to avoid at all cost. Sometimes even at the cost of your own ultimate happiness. How do we do it? How foolish are we to let go of the most beautiful part of our lives for we fear to get hurt?? It is one of the saddest things one may have to encounter because suddenly the fear becomes much more than the pain itself and you are left without the most special feeling, that is love. It is the wrong choice..your fear is always secondary. Ou should have tried to find what is primary and remained true to it.
Then there are times when you fight the fear. You do not give in to the fear of pain and keep going on, treading through stones that cut up your soul each time you try walking but you go on with optimism circling on your head like ah halo. But you fail yet again, because, afterall, things are not in your control..specially people. With time you realise that the pain is all you might be getting for pain in return. You think, where's the sense in that?
The cycle repeats itself. You fear, you gather courage, you pad yourself up with optimism, go out in the field and there you fall again. With time you choose to live with the fear. You strike a deal with fear and promise never to get hurt again. As if it were a safe haven. Suddenly you put hurt over love, fear over courage and there you lose love as well as courage.
Sometimes you wake up.. all innocent and fresh.. and suddenly it dawns upon you. The bubble has burst, the dream is lost.. you wake up and you try to feel the familiars feeling, you tell yourself it was but a dream. But it wasn’t. Your dream is over. There comes another day--you freshen up and get back to work. As if nothing had happened.
