What are you without your paradise up above?
To disregard the fictional story that illustrated our supremacy over all other organisms on this planet. To accept that human life is no more valuable than an insect's life. To wake up every morning alone and have neither God nor person there to protect you, to comfort you. To go through this life accumulating feelings and emotions for all that surrounds, knowing that it will die, as will you, alone.
With full potential at our fingertips, we look towards our neighbor. Comparing ourselves to those around us, digging ourselves deeper and deeper into the box of relativity. Opening our eyes every morning to the same routine, pretending we want to break free of it and yet continuing on ever so persistently. Clinging to the crutch that excuses provide us, avoiding the thought that we are responsible for each and every thing to befall us.
Capable of doing anything at all, containing the power of Gods, with the choice to create life or rain down death. Not oppressed by a cruel universe but only by our own mind's image of what we are. To realize there is no limit is the REAL fear. To see all that could have been accomplished and wasn't would bring about a real destruction. Destruction of our own self-image. The only question left after that would be Why? Why didn't I do all that I could to go beyond the greatest mind of all time? How could I let all this time slip away and live in comfort while at the same time never truly being satisfied with that comfort.
Do not put a mask on fear, projecting it on something else like snakes, cockroaches, or heights. The real fear is attempting to become a God and losing yourself in the process. To bare through the suffering each day may bring, to push forward through the illusion of separation and loneliness.
To continue doing the right thing, knowing there is no punishment at the end, no golden paradise to reward you.
THAT is the truest form of bravery. Everything else is but a game, a game created only to distract you. To control you.
