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Frozen by Fear
Numbing, brain-shattering, tear-drying, snot-inducing fear washes over even the most victorious of us during days like these. There is a level of doubt that will erase even the most beautiful of accomplishments and wash away the confidence that birth gave to each of us. When the next day is not promised and the current moment seems shaky, we all have a tendency to look to the sky and surrender ourselves. Eyes enlarged, arms stretching wide-as if to receive a blessing, and head tilted back waiting on an idea or a sign...or a purpose. This is the current stance of our country. America, as a land mass, is waiting. America, as a collective of people and cultures, is waiting.
The fear is capable of keeping each of us from everything that we have ever dreamt of becoming. It's enough to keep a writer from creating and a painter from sharing. These are the days of uncertainty. These are the days when the wildest of men pray to be more practical, dreamers are abandoning sleep in hopes of finding a means to pay the rent. Fear is replacing the simplicity of love. All that we love to do, all that we seek for solace, is being tucked away in an attic of optimism-stored for brighter days.
When the world becomes so cold that smiling seems like an unnecessary extracurricular activity, we shall perish. Because this fear, this mind-altering fear, is the only emotion that I cannot endure. I would rather be angry enough to burn down my own house....or pained enough to cry a bath tub full of tears than to be afraid of what the future has for this nation. For my generation.
Forgive me for the philosophical tirads. I can't write about Saturday night drunkenness or the purse that I saw at a swanky boutique yesterday. I cannot write about sexual escapades and the love affair I wish I were apart of. I can't post details about celebrity lives that I know nothing about....not right now I can't. Because I am too busy relentlessly pursuing the truth. I am too busy wondering why I attended a university for 5,000 semesters in order to find a "dream job" that no longer exists because of the recession and hiring freeze. I am too busy trying to make sure that my tomorrow is brighter than the analysts predict it will be. I wasn't born to watch this world fall apart and do nothing about it.
I may not have the billions that it takes to make sustainable change in this world, but I have my ways of spreading positivity. I refuse to be frozen by fear. I refuse to just sit still and let this life and this recession happen to me. Being real through language and using words to share a significant message...is my purpose. I'm comfortable with that now. And I intend to be as real as I can, for as long as I live.
Numbing, brain-shattering, tear-drying, snot-inducing fear washes over even the most victorious of us during days like these. There is a level of doubt that will erase even the most beautiful of accomplishments and wash away the confidence that birth gave to each of us. When the next day is not promised and the current moment seems shaky, we all have a tendency to look to the sky and surrender ourselves. Eyes enlarged, arms stretching wide-as if to receive a blessing, and head tilted back waiting on an idea or a sign...or a purpose. This is the current stance of our country. America, as a land mass, is waiting. America, as a collective of people and cultures, is waiting.
The fear is capable of keeping each of us from everything that we have ever dreamt of becoming. It's enough to keep a writer from creating and a painter from sharing. These are the days of uncertainty. These are the days when the wildest of men pray to be more practical, dreamers are abandoning sleep in hopes of finding a means to pay the rent. Fear is replacing the simplicity of love. All that we love to do, all that we seek for solace, is being tucked away in an attic of optimism-stored for brighter days.
When the world becomes so cold that smiling seems like an unnecessary extracurricular activity, we shall perish. Because this fear, this mind-altering fear, is the only emotion that I cannot endure. I would rather be angry enough to burn down my own house....or pained enough to cry a bath tub full of tears than to be afraid of what the future has for this nation. For my generation.
Forgive me for the philosophical tirads. I can't write about Saturday night drunkenness or the purse that I saw at a swanky boutique yesterday. I cannot write about sexual escapades and the love affair I wish I were apart of. I can't post details about celebrity lives that I know nothing about....not right now I can't. Because I am too busy relentlessly pursuing the truth. I am too busy wondering why I attended a university for 5,000 semesters in order to find a "dream job" that no longer exists because of the recession and hiring freeze. I am too busy trying to make sure that my tomorrow is brighter than the analysts predict it will be. I wasn't born to watch this world fall apart and do nothing about it.
I may not have the billions that it takes to make sustainable change in this world, but I have my ways of spreading positivity. I refuse to be frozen by fear. I refuse to just sit still and let this life and this recession happen to me. Being real through language and using words to share a significant message...is my purpose. I'm comfortable with that now. And I intend to be as real as I can, for as long as I live.
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