The Death of Fear.

Like minuscule droplets of rain, suspended in time before my eyes, the stars glisten and make light of the dreariness of the night sky. I gaze into the infinite void, searching desperately, passionately, for anything to settle my thoughts.In the perpetual darkness, I come upon a flicker. The final moments of a once spectacular gem, resting lightly on soft, ebony velvet. All too quickly, it had vanished. Plucked from existence as quickly as it had been birthed. I had but a moment of blissful peace of mind before contemplation came flooding back.This star, this child of the cosmos, had passed eons before I was created. This idea brought me solace. I felt so connected to everything for that brief venture in time that I was overcome with simultaneous joy and sadness. I felt fortunate to witness the sparkling light before it was so hastily and permanently extinguished. Alas, I realized the fragility of life and the omnipresent looming of death.As a human; a thinking, feeling creature, I fear the unknown. I fear being without those I love. As a spirit; merely trapped inside a complex structure of atoms and electric pulses, I welcome it with great intensity. This body, someday, will die. My mind shall finally be released into the ether. I am awash with contention, as I know that good shall come of this. I return to the earth, which so generously granted me the gift life, so that something else may take my place.A flower; lapping up the morning dew, dancing whimsically in a light breeze, is all I can ask for. I am not individual. I have a sense of self, but I am part of something far more important. Life is not mine alone, but shared throughout the furthest reaches of this universe. Death is not the end, but the beginning. It is the time to gracefully bow out and make way for the fresh ingenuity of nature.

The Death of Fear.

SHME32

Rohnert Park, United States

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I just had to get this out. I’ve spent so much time trying to create art with a brush that I’ve felt blocked and creatively stunted. I don’t write all that often, but when I do, it’s quite relieving. Cheers to all that read this, and goodnight.

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