Dear Fear,
The singularity of your denotation is laughable – as if I could boil your torturous embezzlement of the soul into something non-plural. I’m afraid you’re much more than that.

The loathsome entity who walks hand in hand with Time. A vile representation of one’s thoughts often viewed radically opposing that of your counterpart. And yet, if you weaken – well, let’s just say Time heals all wounds.
I’m afraid of you, Fear. The definitive strength and swiftness of your cataclysmic actions are only rivaled by Mother Nature herself. I’m afraid of how Time will affect our relationship. Fearful of what you will or won’t have me do. The choices and options I’ll take on only to be led down the crackled path meticulously laid by your working hands. I’m afraid you have been with me since birth, my longest companion. The infant brain continuously in fight-or-flight mode, reacting instinctively to reduce the stress carried in your core. The potential shame I feel battling with daily toil only to be put down by peers. The hindsight of risks taken and its lonely and logical perspective breakdown of one’s past failures and future consequences. You are equipped with powers to silence voices, shut down ideas, and shift morals. The beautiful and dangerous ability to change how one views them self in the mirror. A repertoire packed with century worn gadgets of confusion, marginalization, and ill judgement. Balanced delicately with the innate capability to guide the weak toward strength. Presenting opportunities to rise above challenges you’ve previously crafted. And provide a small beacon of light charting course toward self-improvement and gratification. Only You can tiptoe the existential tightrope between excitement and daunt. A resilient and acrobatic performance walking along the accords of your own divided soul. A terrifying feat.
Is my story just yours? A tale comprised of your experienced puppetry spun in different avenues, adding to a web of my incapacities and your amusement? Is your reflection stronger in my shortcomings or my accomplishments? Why is your complete essence burning with negativity but lie so bluntly in plain view seeking demise? Do you fear the ones you control will overcome you, or is there hope that you fear they will not? And do you get lonely within your laborious endeavors? Don’t, Fear. I’ll always be around.See, to overcome you would be paradoxical. I fear that the solutions to you, Fear, is simply existing. For death would mean I’m alleviated from our strenuous relationship, leaving us wondering who achieved more. A timeless bout you’ve claimed partner stake in through eternity.
I’m afraid we have many more years left Fear, and I’m afraid it may not be all the time we need.
Yours truly,
Matthew J Beeler
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