I slipped of my insecurities and fears
and buried them beneath the surface of this land.
The earth screamed in agony and cried to me
telling me this was too much for her to bear.
Sometimes I wish I could pluck off my insecurities as easily as one could pluck off a flower from the ground. But its not easy. Every time I’ve try to do that, I’ve damaged a part of my soul and now I’m terrified of causing more damage. It’s like in order for you to fix one thing you destroy another. It’s like the domino effect.
But the weirdest thing is that we all have different insecurities. One thing that could cause me anxiety could be a joke to someone else. Or something that could be a joke to someone else could cause me anxiety. But that’s the irony. Our fears and insecurities are nothing more than just thoughts with thorns in our heads. It takes energy and effort to conquer and take over something that’s trying to take you over. Sometimes you need patience. Sometimes you need an outer force to help you. Sometimes you just need to believe in yourself as much as the sun believes in its light or as much as the earth believes in its beauty.