STUPID DONT KNOW FEAR

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  Shhh.
  Do you hear it?
  The sound of your tonsils clapping as you stare the destination right in the face. The sound of your tongue hitting the roof of your mouth as you gulp your drying saliva.
   Why are you sitting still?
   Why are you speechless?
   Why do you insist on running from yourself?
   Everyone, someday, must face the fears that haunt them?
   It's so easy to take everyone else's inventory rather than face your own. It's easy to look and watch and judge when you yourself are awaiting the destiny of true chance.
   Looking out from your poppy field, starring into the void just throwing more into it. The void awaits you.
   It awaits us all.
   It doesn't matter what goes into it. It eats it. It swallows everything. It cares not what it eats.
  Fill it if you must. But eventually we all have to face it. It glares at us. See's right through us. Knows that we run from it.
  It doesn't have feelings. It eats them.
  It doesn't have care for pitiful emotions. It shreds them.
  It's sound is silent because no sound escapes it. No light escapes it. It swallows shadows.
   It's no wonder we run from it.
   Your void cares nothing of you. It turns to those around you. It wants to embrace you.
  It's that place that waits.
  It circles you like wolves on their prey.
  It paces itself. It never tires.
  The vortex of the unknown will swallow you whole.
  Eventually we all must face the inevitable.
   The truth of consequence. The dire straits of our own humanity. The replica of destruction. Our demise. Our fear.
   Be courageous my friend.
   Face them all full of vigilance and good will.
   Stay goldeneye and watch for the weak spot. Stab at it with vigor. Stand your ground my friend and worry not.
   All that is in front of you is the unknown consequence of being forthright and brave.
   Eyesight is way broader on the other side of experience.
   Experience gives you the test before you learn the lesson.
   Run all you wish. It will wait.
   Sit inside all your life, waste away if you wish, you will long for the experience long after you pass.
   Regrets are hard to die with.
   I worry for you.
   I wonder if you're ever going to get up on your own. If you'll ever stop feeding your darkness. Ever stop relenting to your fear. If you'll ever stand solid with your fists up and conquer even just one....
  One of the things that stop you from living out your dreams!
   Get up!
  Wake up!
   Stop running from what ales you and be great!
  Be you again.
  "Adventure into the unknown" you again. 'Destination unknown' you again. 'I will worry never about it' you again. Not sitting in your shadow waiting for "something else to happen" you again. Be the "I make shit happen" you again.
   The 'skip to maloo' fucking you again!
   The 'stuck a feather in his hat' kind of you again.
   The "how will I laugh tomorrow" kind of you again.
   That you is screaming at 'you' to be that kind and of you again.
   Its fucking looking at you in your reflection with that corner eye and smirking kind of you again. Bobbing a positive head kind of you again.
   Waiting for you to 'get you off the fucking couch' kind of you again. To be "that mother fucking awesome mother fucker' fucking kind of you again.
   The you that, "knows no fear kind" of you again.
   "Fear don't know stupid" kind of you again.
   Stop watching from the sidelines of life! Get up. Quit living on the reputation of your past achievements and make something new of yourself! Be the creator of a new chapter. A new book. A new story.
   Stop giving into the humdrum of a daily routine. Make your days worthwhile. Breath fresh air. Get out of your neighborhood. Get out of your city.
   Eat a new flavored ice cream.
   Make a new memory.
   Make a new friendly acquaintance.
   Give compliments to people you don't fucking know. Be a tourist. Bring it back and hold onto it for awhile.
  Then please do it again.
   Just don't go on forever this way. Sitting around. Doing less than nothing.
It isn't our way. It isn't what we are here for in this time. In this place. On this world.
   Enjoy.

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