I want to raise my left hand up and shout "PENGUINS" in a room full of educated people, but I fear of being not-contextual.
I fear the next thing which I might do, may not meet social standards. I fear the next thing which I say may not be in line with the expected. I fear the collective will of people. Therefore I retreat to the little flame that burns in my heart and block all that would define what I could have been. My infinite potentials hide behind my fear. I don't fear my shortcommings, but the great power that lies hidden in me.
I fear the powers that could be awakened in me.
I fear my possibilities.
I fear myself.
I fear knowing my physical self, I might not get to be lazy. I fear knowing my emotion, I might be rendered incapable of feelings. I fear knowing my mind, I might be incaple of ignorance. I fear knowing my soul, I might loose all my belongings. I fear knowing the delusive maya, I might loose myself. I fear waking up one morning, and finding nothing.
I don't fear my shortcommings, I fear nothing.
Life in Neverwhere
6 years ago