I’m scared. Scared of what, I’m unsure. I think it’s that which may come, but why be fearful of that which isn’t? Always letting imaginary ghosts derail the bliss of this breath. I am scared I am unworthy of this breath. My past tells me I’m not and informs my future that I won’t be. Fear of the unknown terrifies me. Will my anxiety ever fade away? Will anything I do ever matter? Time dances behind the now, never telling me when death will arrive. Instead I run around wondering when my shadow will devour me. Will my love triumph over fear and mean anything? Or will it all wash away? I lament my not knowing. Nothing ever comes tomorrow. I chuckle at the tease of life, smiling now, at least I have this breath.
Written By: Danny Gluska
Satori In Being 