There comes a point in life, where excess must be set aside. In every form. Where we must take an honest look within. We must reflect back and see to the present. We must take burden for what has transpired and the exact location we are in. It may often be easier to set aside these truths, as looking inward we often fear what we see. Fear is the derivative of worlds not delved into. Worlds not taken into consideration. Fear is not legitimate. It is a feeling created. It is a manifestation of those things we fail to look at, fail to see. It is a manifestation of the things we discount. We ignite its power, we are the creators of this entity. Otherwise, it would be a form without meaning. An entity without a manifestation. A meaningless, passing phase that is often overlooked because of its relative unimportance. If we fail to comprehend how much influence we give to meaningless entities, than we oft find ourselves at a point where you wonder where you’ve been and how you got there. No matter the choice, there will always be an aftereffect. This is nature. This is a fact of life. They are but fragments of an immense cycle. Yet we fail to deduct that the components are within…the things we give power to direct this cycle onward; whether we accept it or not. Passive choice is choice, aggressive choice is choice. They bear different fruits yet they come from the same tree. This tree of fear. We fail to realize the power contained within that tree and where it can lead us. It has the power to destroy us in soul. It has the power to lead us into the arms of temporary safety. But, we fail to see…that we have planted the seeds for this tree of fear. When we feel the leaves tremble, that is our intuition reminding us of this power…the power which we have created. We often ignore these little signs of life attached to the tree of fear. We ignore our intuition, we create our own pain and suffering. We are the masters of our tree. We set the course with these planted trees. Colossal in proportion it can become. We create the power that is contained within. We tremble, yet it still grows. Then we find that the leaves ultimately die…but the tree does not. Come the next cycle…the tree manifests its leaves in another form. This is an endless cycle. Perhaps we need to cut the source of life…to begin to regrow. Perhaps we need to become infertile…to realize the seeds of power are within.
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