FEAR

What and if are two unassuming words by themselves, put them together and it was the power to hunt you forever – says Letters to Juliet, as pertaining to the past. A vague past, hunting the vague tomorrow.

But, what if…

What if the future also holds such nature, such vagueness? What if the future holds more doubt?
Although by nature, the path ahead is but a mystery, what if ‘what if’?





Then I guess fear comes along, when the future itself hunts the dawning, fear comes in.
Fear is a big word, but I guess, I can share some points.

Fear is, when you wake up in the morning and wish that the morning had come later, perhaps an hour or so. It is when you can’t find a reason to lay yourself to bed, but when you do so, you wish that sleep comes fast so that your thoughts could not wander in the graveyard of, fear, itself. Fear is when you live one day at a time, wishing the hours would not pass fast. Fear is when you wish you could be doing something else, rather than facing the dawning of day – another day that would come and pass. There is fear in the heart, when all you wish for is a hand to hold yours and arms to give you comfort, despite the fact that you are relatively comfortable and warm. It is when the past doesn’t even make sense, when everything else you hold dear starts to lose meaning. Ah, fear. The wicked hands of fear can rip off virtually every hope you have, every heart dear to yours. Dreadful, presumptuous fear - the glory of which lies on a weary heart, a heart that has lost perspective, or perhaps the courage to even try to peek. The mysterious dawning of day becomes an even darker, frightful unfolding of the unknown.

In its natural course, the future is an unfolding of the unknown, parallel to that when opening a gift, there is much anticipation and hope for something divine. But put ‘what if’, put fear in - and the dawning becomes similar to that of being lost in an unfamiliar city, the future’s unfolding becomes like that of when you are to turn on a dark alley, hope becomes clouded by the possibility of bumping upon the unknown, the unknown that you wish you would have never known.




Fear – big word, but even such immenseness can’t equate the magnitude it gives upon one’s life.
And that is why I hate it.
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Not everybody is given the chance to have a really bright path ahead, thus I wish that others understand, that there’s a reason why some people don’t stay who they are. Two things, either they succumb or they fight – and either way, people would really change.