...World Ahead...

Sometimes, an unexplicable kind of fear creeps in without letting us know. Try as hard as you can but you'll ever figure out what it is and why is it happening. Certain state of uncertainity about nothing, anything or just everything makes the heart beat faster every second making things even more difficult to go on with. The fear of falling out of love, not being loved, not being able to make through the exam, not able to understand the meaning of a simple "Hello"!!! Quite creepy, isn't it?

Daring to face the unknown is the strength that one seeks. Being able to do the impossible, turning all the dreams into realities for others to dream upon. Opening up the wings to fly was the fear of the seagull till he knew that he'd die even in his safe abode if he did not flap his wings. He thought of dying the better way...he plunged headlong into the sea, falling down the deep cliff. To his relief he did not die. He flew. And he flew high and higher still. He could see the calm vastless blue expanse lying beneath the fresh feathers. Another world other than his nest on the cliff was waiting to be explored by the gull. He realised that he was made for flying. The cliff was his fear. He made his fear make him go up and up.

We need to get out and see that there is a whole lot of "world" left to be lived into. They are just waiting for anyone, just anyone to come to them and see what it holds - good or bad. Why not that anyone be us. Fear holds us close to itself, safe and unharmed. It doesnt let us go anywhere else to get hurt. It nourishes our wounds and keeps them fresh. Keeps us from doing anything for ourselves, makes us wait for the change to happen. But its we who are the change in ourselves. Fear doesn't let us be that for us. It makes us wait for an angel to come to our rescue and it knows that the wait is going to be unending. It makes us exploit ourselves.

Realise that if we are not our own angels then it can not be anyone. Let the breeze touch you, dry the wounds. Make room for new skin. Let the voice out of the cocoon. Give yourself what you deserve. A life that is "lived" and not bred on fear and tears. Let there be tales to be told by you. The tales of your fear and most of all, how you overcame those. The heights, depths all are a part of the journey and so are beatiful landscapes, valleys. Just don't stop.

Going on completes the story.