I am holding two glass balls in my hand now.
The blue glass ball contained all the unkind words thrown at me, unreciprocated emotions, unappreciated efforts, unmet expectations and my unspoken desires. The blue glass ball contained all the tears I cried, broken guitar strings, deeply-inked pages and remnants of my broken heart.
The blue glass ball is called Fear.
I have been holding on to Fear for a long time now. In fact, I have been used to living with Fear since the day I knew hurt, pain and rejection. Fear has been my constant companion, my ever sure buddy whenever situations called for it. Fear was there when I chose to stay where I am was before. Fear was there whispering in my ear when I cancelled all my travel plans. Fear was by my side when I pushed important people away from me.
It is not that…
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