Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. And hate, is suffering. - Yoda
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?