THE FEAR…………drifting into my sleep I dream of what my
day was like. It startedwith a late awakening, crawling out of my safe place, the bed, to getup and make my way to the bathroom. With my eyes still vastly trying toawaken to the sound of the sounds that surround me, the traffic pilingup outside with people in their cars rushing to get to work as the dayunfolds. Listening to the sounds of the fire brigades and ambulancesfollowing the night before of social celebrations all too quicklyrushed with the few hours they hope to enjoy with a peaceful andmature togetherness. Failing the required mature mental celebrations,it has become for some a nightmare to be awake today. Parents worryingof their siblings who fell prey to a rowdy drunken crowd and foundthemselves being in the wrong place at the wrong time thinking just howthis all happened. There is the other a spouse of a married couple nottoo far from the his front doorstep making his way to his exciting butrather enticing female action figure who has become his bit on the sidefor his time with her has eased his conscience to the degree that hecannot relate to his partner of ten years any longer. There is thelonely souls of the city who if you look deep enough into their eyesyou will be shattered to hear of their life stories, those
stories thatdo not get even a glimmer of justice, hope or frankly a way to speaktheir truths without being judged fairly. There are many who have justleft our world, our lives and we the survivors who hang on to thislife, hoping for a wonder of anything to make our path in life a littlericher, a little sweeter, a little safer and to maybe one day to winthe lotto to help us, it could be our families and friends to provide abetter and more comfortable life for, to keep our heads above waterand sometimes its all in vain this sweet life which we rush about in,just to survive. When I turn on my shower and stand under the water I
try to wash awaymy fears, my eyes are so tired just to face another day. When I thinkof all that of which I can do and how I have developed as a person, Iam happy momentarily. What saddens my heart, my soul and my being isthat I try like the best of the survivors and though the world is ouroyster and we are the many
pearls that live within our oyster , we allhave the ability and strength and most of all the individuality to beas we are. The scary thing about reality is that it is that it has realpower over you and with this power it can be extraordinarily liketrying to climb over a barbed wire fence, you just know if you try toclimb over this fence there is a definite probability you will hurtyourself. Its just the same with life, if you want to climb the ladderin life, you can be subjected to all tests, but who are the testers andwho has the right to have all the power. If you ever been put in asituation to where your own strengths as a person have been tested,maybe within your job or just trying to comprise with an individual ithas to be handled with extreme care. The care most of us invest in isour friendly smile, a warm handshake, a gathering of friendships tonurture and to invest time within this section of our lives which wethe pearls of
society like to keep as this is an extension of our ownwealth together with the small and insignificant earnings of ourpresent circumstances. I
tell you I am a pearl. I tell you, you are apearl. I am not wounded by society, I am not contender of the collectorof pearls, the powerful beings in our society who abuse their positionswithin their workplace, those who deceive others to get the nextposition that arises, those who laugh at your capabilities because youhave ideas and are decisively creative without the help of andknowledge of the corrupted minds that are far too mean spirited tounderstand that a handshake is as it is a self thought action of beingcourteous and mean it to the extent that the hand was intended to beshook. How many of us struggle to get assistancefrom real lifesituations, who
really helps us to ward off the dark and plainly seendemons that lurk within our society , who really cares if the truthnever gets a look in to our world. Whoever put the pearls in society onthe back bench and who really struggles to stay alive the extreme heartbeats that have the real life stories of what its not like to be a realpart of society. Who chooses to say that we are accepted in society andthose who are not acceptable, who has the right to shun us of part ofthe sunlight that we all crave of.? Why are we as humans so scared tothink outside the box? I can tell you the reason. The reason is that weare fearful to try what we love to do so much. We have been conditionedto accept.To be continued...
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