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Fear and self-loathing

You'll constantly be faced with the choice between love and fear in your life. It will show up at every crossroad. It will be in the people you choose to keep around you. It will be in hardship, in daily experiences, and in major life choices. 

To choose love means to be brave. You have to find the strength to be vulnerable when you'd rather hide. Love means to open up when you'd rather shut down. Love does what is right, what is beautiful, what is kind. To choose love means to take the path that is harder. It means to follow your heart. To love is to listen to your inner wisdom. Love is pursuing your deepest desires, despite any hardships, obstacles or external consequences. Love is pushing past the barriers within and without in order to live authentically, truthfully, uniquely.

It's not as easy as choosing from fear. Fear is essentially a mechanism of self-protection. But every time you make a choice out of fear, you need to know it comes at a cost. When fear leads, you shut down or kill parts of you. So you cannot expect these 'safe' choices not to make an impact on your life. You can't choose short term comfort and think you won't feel like you've betrayed yourself. You can't think you won't be disappointed and depressed about your life and the choices you've made. 

Sure, it might temporarily be easier to choose out of fear - because you haven't stepped out of your protected shell. But long term, prepare to feel the self-loathing, the insecurity, the sadness of not being who you were meant to be, who you want to be. The consequence of being fear is not being love. Love is all that inflames the embers of your soul. Love is light, laughter, joy, freedom, beauty.

It can be challenging to live from the heart. There are obstacles that you've created and wounds that others have left behind that try to hold you back from being love, choosing love, giving love and receiving love. But what's the alternative? You can shut down and self protect, but you'll be the one who feels the pain, withers, and dies as a result.


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