Living is a choice.

I am alive but why does it feel like I’m dead?

it is because of fear

fear paralyzes the very core of my soul

it prevents life, and feeling

it escapes, it hides, it stays put

i am as good as a walking corpse

but shall i reawaken?

and take in all the wonders and the flavors of life

and of feeling and sensation?

to allow myself to feel fear

and to be with it?

to bring in more love

and acceptance. In moments of density. In moments of tension and resistance and repression.

To live is to surrender and to let go.

to live is to be courageous.

one thing i know is that

i only have today.