Can’t walk around on tippie-toes. Walking on eggshells. Waiting for the balloon to pop. Wondering what’s around the bend. Wondering whose shadow is that on the wall. Listening to the inner voice going tick-tock, tick-tock. Pausing for the screams to go away yet fill the air.
Everyone has a dream. Maybe even a hundred. Can’t pursue every dream. And not every dream is truly a dream. Some are nightmares. Some are fantasies. And some are reality. Some are from the past. Some can be a roadmap for the future. Some can lift one up in the present.
But a head full of fears has no space for dreams. Fear can paralyze. Fear can take up too much space. Fear can obscure the vision for tomorrow. A dream has a pinch of fear. A dream is a stretch that can be condensed. Shake it up. Put it back out. Don’t let fear stay past its welcome.