The bar has been set very, very high. I’ll never be satisfied with a regular life again. And that’s the beauty and the hell of it.
I have to figure out how to do this without Fear. Fear is a mother fucker.
Love is everything.
Love is an open heart. Love is thrilling and joyous. Love is contentment with the world around me. Love is seeing all the good – everywhere. Love is a shining light and… freckles.
Love just wants to love and doesn’t care one bit if it’s loved in return.
But the mother-fucking Fear needs to know if it’s loved. It must know and it’s afraid it’s not or that it ever will be. Fear can’t stay in the moment – it’s too busy worrying about tomorrow. Fear builds walls and closes doors and stamps its feet when it doesn’t get its way. Fear ends up alone.
Fear is a bitch.