Fear in the Front Seat.

The cuffs are too tight and they leave the wrists bruised and bloody. Fear is a crippler. Just another handicap that restrains tortured souls. It haunts every thought and dream preventing us from any significant amount of progress. We purchase this bottle of poison willingly. We would even fight another for the last bottle on the shelf. Ignorance is hardly bliss yet we ignore the warnings on the label and consume on our own free will. Back down from that shelf. You are not a magnet. Lower your shaking hands. Open your glazed over eyes and stop. Look at what the deterrent says. Toxic, corrosive, irritant, explosive, harmful to the environment. All of those things are running through our veins because we chose to ingest- contently uneducated. Day in and day out we live with our jaws stretched open. Maybe at one time we didn’t devour this fear on our own accord. Only now it isn’t so painful because we have adapted to the sensation and maybe even grown to enjoy it. Now it is simply as if we are being spoon-fed. Fear masks our every suspicion. Paranoia is the restraint that ties us to our own grave. We quickly find ourselves skeptical of anything that sounds just slightly too good to be true. Fear just seems so much easier than trust. It’s our self-destructive way of protecting ourself. Fear has nothing to do with love and everything to do with retribution.