When I was younger, I was convinced monsters lived beneath my bed. I’d never seen them, but once I heard an inkling of what seemed like a growl or saw an unusual shadow within my peripheral vision, I would retreat to my makeshift fallout shelter. Two cupboard doors and a flashlight tucked between two shaking knees seemed like adequate protection. Now that I’m older, I know monsters are real. I’ve seen them. Except they don’t live underneath beds, they dwell in our hearts. Now, I fight my own monsters and keep them locked between prison doors.
When I was younger, I was scared of heights. I would control my fear, by changing my path and never giving myself the opportunity to encounter them. Now that I’m older, I’ve learned that “heights” are just another word for “obstacles”, and sometimes you do need to jump off cliffs, and if you land face down into the depths of the sea, you still have the power to swim above the surface.
When I was younger, I used to be afraid of the dark. I would refuse to accept the change of darkness by sleeping with my flashlight on. Now that I am older, I’ve realized that “darkness” is just another word for “uncertainty” and that instead of trusting a flashlight, you have to trust in the own light you carry within yourself.
Getting older doesn’t mean that you will outgrow the things that used to scare you. It’s about learning and understanding your fears, and not trying to escape them./ REBLOG