Some people are afraid and they are afraid all the time. They don't want to move past two feet beyond their noses because they don't know what's there. Then the same people have the nerve to complain that they aren't going anywhere. The difference is they don't want to go anywhere. They are miserable and content in a hell of their own making, and if not of their own making then they surely have the keys to get out...if they'd dig deep enough they'd find them. But instead of looking they stand at the bars screaming for someone else to release them. Shameful really because they and only they hold the keys to escaping. Still their fear of the unknown is so great they become, I'll say it again content to live in misery and despair. Is that really better than the unknown?


I personally wouldn't know. I dug deep to find my keys a long time ago. I unlocked the gates of the mental hell created by me, for me and up kept by all. Once I made the choice to live on the other side of fear, dismay and discontentment and I walked out past where I could see...I realized it isn't so bad.


Moral: being afraid of what will happen is ok...letting that fear stop you from living is not...
Life is too short, begin to live it or dig a hole because you are already dead...



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