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Love or Fear is a Choice

I will always wonder...
why are you so afraid of sharing your heart
of trusting someone with your secrets and fears
if you only knew, that is how to start
to overcome, and understand, and become aware
of course there is pain in the losses in life
death starts the moment we are born
with every pleasure comes some struggle and strife
there is always some reason to mourn
but we choose how we see and feel about everything
the pain is proof we are alive
that is the joy that can make our hearts sing
to live and not merely survive
life is a roller coaster ride
even if we hide it all inside
the full experience is the greatest gift of all
to those who open themselves wide

so why are you so afraid of sharing yourself
is it because you fear pain?
I wish you could see past the books on your shelf
the true knowledge is in your brain
past the fear, you are there, so aware, learn to share
the secret it knowing you can always start again
this amazing journey called life is a song
you truth is write your own refrain
you can write a fearful struggle or worse
a futile cycle of fear, guilt, and shame
or you can write a beautiful song
and see life as a wonderful game
and
it's not about winning or losing at all
it is about playing the game
peace and happiness is found by those who learn
to just enjoy playing the game

I wish I could give you this simple perspective and take away all fear and shame because I know you can do it for yourself... and never live in fear again.

I wish you would :)

A song for you, m precious little sister, and also for the world. If only everyone could see this and dare to do it, what a wonderful world it could be :)

Recognize me yet? ;)




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