Dear Fear of Mines, 

                       For so long I have let you hunt me in ways unimaginable; I can vaguely remember the first time I met you. Throughout the years, I have noticed how strong you have become and set up shop in my subconscious. Who would’ve thought the fear of failing or letting down your family could be motivation? Remembering growing up having no cares in the world, then coming of age seeing failures around me. Image being the first to accomplish basic things in the family, but still being lost in the curse. Being consumed with complacency and bottom tier means of life. I remember like yesterday being told by family and friends that i was different and chosen. Even after they said that, I still didn’t fully grasp the statement. Even at that point in time was the fear, not at its peak for me. You instantly stayed closed and waited for opportunities to capitalize. Seeing my mom struggle and understanding the struggle was a big turning point for my fear for years. I know you became your strongest when my kids were born and the direction of life changed massively. Through all the turmoil and downfalls, that fear played a big part in how I view choices and situations. It was a fear unlike me not wanting to swim in large bodies of water or being in high places scared of heights. I was able to overcome those two fears, but you are another monster that plays a different role in my life. The reason I won’t allow you to be my fail point because it would provide a negative and unwanted display of failure to my kids and loved ones. You have directed me to take a journey least traveled standing on my Faith in God. 

                                                                                                                      
    Sincerely, 

                                                                                                                      Maurice Cox 

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