My day has presented a lot of fear to me… or rather, I have to it. It was a wonderful experience though, because I have reached the moment I am presently in.

I have been having a lot of conflicting dreams. Probably due in part to the fact that my life has been rather conflicting, as well. I’ll wake up for the oddest of reasons, but for a reason.

I find it interesting, the balance under which I have formed this day. I may not have kept it steady and strong. But I have kept it about me, never lending to excess emotion… At least not to the point of a tears and regretful words.

Everything today has taught me a great lesson. While I ask questions about fear, I’m sitting here faced with it. In the simplest of ways. Fear of the unknown; in effect, paranoia. It shrouds our judgment everyday. As I would once say, it is no longer about being, “paranoid of the paranoia”. I have been to the furthest point of that phrase, and I have swiveled back into place. I may still fear, but there is always a reality to fear. Take that perspective, and swing the fear back on itself and you’ve got a grasp!

Going to bed in a state of mind, ensures you’ll wake up just the same. Which is exactly how I fell to sleep yesterday. Head full of fear. It is the little things that matter, for me. The large monumental boundaries of life, those are the ones that I embrace. The ants back at home, are what drag me down to a cower. I may stomp at them, and try to drown them out with a hose. In reality, I am acting out my fears…

Sometimes I even drown myself out.

I suppose it is an odd piece, for it to be “shock and awe” that hands us the facts of life. We get so caught up in our minds, and so easily. It is a short coming of life, that I have ever taken my existence for granted. Once again, it’s the small things that count. The bigger pieces are what mold us, but the smaller bits make a sculpture distinguishable.

I may be guided forward, and up. But I have yet to pick up my feet, and stop myself from tripping.