Fear Love, Love Fear

Two words which define everything we are, everything that we do and everything we have. Two

words that when placed side by side, love never wins. Fear love. Love fear.

Apparently, fear is stronger, easier. But apparently as well, love is The Choice to make. In reality,

the choice is simple. Clocks run in automatic with no real perception of time, just as humans also

sometines live, in automatic, with the sole perception of themselves. The choice is easily made in

our minds, but is it done in our actions as well? Being the most important decition we must take

every day, what to choose? Fear or love? The result might taint our lives in a million colors or little

by little fill it with a million heavy regrets and “what ifs”.

We say we love, but run away at the most unsignificant dispute and crush that love with words,

which do actually, crush. Hard. We love again, and do the exact same thing… We say we love, we

even feel that love, but we lie. We say we believe in love, but do nothing to give it a shot and make

it real, significant, transcendent. We say we want to find true love but stop any flow due to a

hesitation that comes only from our long gone past, and from our minds. It is not real, but we

make damn sure it becomes real. We do everything to be loved, we get anxiously attached and do

not let go if the wrong person comes along. We give so little but take so much. We ask for

everything, but are not enough ourselves. We say we love, but bail if our feelings start getting too

strong, the damage could be unbearable…

This is all fear, not love. And love can´t even exist in the presence of fear.

We stop living before living actually happens. If you choose fear, it will freeze you, and time does

not get frozen. Not even a bit.

Love is free from temperatures. It comes in a different wavelength. It might come from a different

space and time. Love is self-sufficient. The more we express it the more it fuels us. To surrender

oneself honestly to another, heals. Love is felt but it only becomes real when acted upon. Love

permeates us, it is not possessed by us. The only thing that belongs to us is the choice to let it flow

or to push it back with fear and considerations that only stops us from living and creating a

possibility…Love does not come in any form. Love is letting go, and starting all over again, and

letting go, and starting all over again, again, with no fear on consequences. Love is going through

the pain of doing so, but letting go anyways. Love is integrity. Love is a warm home or a hot coffee

in a cold day. When we can really see, we will see how easy it is to love any form, at any time, not

just “when the time is right”.

Fear is subjugation. Fear makes prisoners and prisoners live in tiny barred cells, no windows, 3

meals a day if you are lucky, cold and dirty rooms. Everything regarding ourselves is controlled by

another, just as fear does with us. We are the slaves to our own selves.

Friday morning is fading and we are slowly disappearing. The darkness will calmly clear out and a

bright yellow light will heal our souls with the drops of water from a rose evaporating from the

sunlight of truth…

And just a warning, love comes naked.