"What am I feeling" he thought. The precession of the day's activities rushes forward like a river busting forth from a damn. He fears that his goal should slip through his fingers like sands upon a desert landscape. The lack of profound thoughts caused a slight fearful stir to emerge within his core. For at this very moment in the silence of night and nature, he did not feel extraordinary. No thoughts of significance called aloud in defiance. Only the creeping caress of normality embraced him that night.
"The path of heroes is tough" the man thought. "For the endurance required maybe outside of my capacity to give". The man paused after this solitary thought echoed about through his mind. Looking out into the distance the man contemplated the meaning of valor and what it must feel like to dive headlong into Glory. "To gladly give all of myself unselfishly to the service of others without a second glance must be an experience to savor". The man had a secret so deep that he was barely cognizant of its presence, and that secret is to rid his mind of fear….
A fear of life, a fear of death, fear of success, fear of failure, fear of himself , a fear of others, a fear of being trapped within the company of the crowd, a fear to be alone, a fear to be normal, a fear to be great……
As the litany continued a sense of fatigue pricked the man's mind with a disturbing familiarity this feeling he knew all too well. From within the haze of thought and contemplation an insight rang aloud….the clarity was pristine ….
"Fear enslaves"…...
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