That moment when the old is grey and left behind. The future is crystal-clear as the finest glass. And the heart is filled with hope. Bravery wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for; fear, not leaving, and walking in a -not to far- distance, behind you. Fear is not a martyr, it is our companion, there for our safety, if we learn how to listen to it – not get overpowered by it – and follow our own sense and voice. Scariest thing we can do is not to get to know people, the world or anything – It is to know one self.
Kicking of my shoes, walking barefoot over the green grass, screaming back over my shoulder; ”hey fear, are you coming?”