Part 1: Exiling the parasite of passivity
I am afraid of my own desires.
The more you lie to yourself, the more at risk you are to passively give up on your dreams. Snuffing out your own instinct for expansion. The quiet whisper of your own mysterious and holy depths soon sound like voices of terror. Passivity is the real threat, disguised as hidden truths lodged at the back of our throats. The words we do not admit, the words we cannot say. No priest to confess my fears, no redemption for my silence. The angels say ‘do not be afraid’ But I am. I’m afraid of the things that I desire. Nothing sordid, but all things true, honest and raw.
It’s a subtle shape-shifting kind of parasite, and it grows every time we deny ourselves the right to want what we ‘want’ . When was the last time your hand reached into the Garden of Eden to taste the forbidden fruit? And, why do you place other people's clarifiers of growth and success before you’ve even had the chance to distinguish your own?