Fear is the path to the dark side.
Fear leads to anger.
Anger leads to hate.
And hate, is suffering.
Fear paralyzes. As if I’m holding myself hostage until something breaks. How far can I go? When does desperation yield to rationale?
I don’t know anymore. It’s hard to see the big picture when an entire world has collapsed and nothing surrounds but the ruins of a one time dream. I didn’t think I dreamt anymore. I didn’t think I dared to anymore. Yet here I am, putting myself out there, walking on the clouds of hope and possibility. Again, the disillusionment is too much to bear. At times like this, I only think of dying of a broken heart. An inhumane way to die, but my destiny perhaps.
I never believed in destiny. But has it come to claim me instead?