Why am I afraid of the future?
Why be fearful of fickle nature, time, human will, and my own will?
These things, after all, come from the force that first imagined them, then spoke them into being, as with all things, breathed into existence by Creator God Himself.
Just like my own soul, and like yours too, and all souls, which have their dwelling among flesh, blood, and bone, and within the electrical impulses that shock through the plasmatic tunnels of the mind, jolting through the plasticity of tendrils that comprise the brain, and to the ends of nerves, like a root system. All of this allows for pain, pleasure, and the innumerable sensations between.
To be afraid of these things then, these feelings that will come over us like a shroud, the thoughts we've yet to have, and memories we've yet to make, is to be willingly avoidant of living. Every moment here, with feet planted upon the earth and the telluric currents of energy and the shifting of mammoth stone far below the surface, unnoticed beneath us, is a gift.
Every time you breathe out a shaky breath and wonder whether you can or want to do this at all, remember the people around you who depend upon you, who love you. Don't be afraid to show them real love in return, and depend on them enough that their presence makes life all the sweeter, a precious boon to the undeserving and ungrateful wretches we all have a tendency to revert into being.
Resist the fearful tremors that would seek to be our undoing, and each day when you survey that terrifying, boundless unknown of future moments, hours, days, weeks, months, and years unlived, adorn the path with strands of gratitude.
The winding path is terrifying only in theory.
In practice: a lavish gift given to man by God, to live amongst His creation as a man fully alive.
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