Once upon a time
Long long ago
In a far away land
Was a sweet little child
Who used to have a fairy tale book
Read to her by her dear mother
Every night as she was tucked into bed
She would hear a story from her mom
But there were clauses to this plan.
It was a given thing between the two
The story had to have a happy ending
The story includes people and animals
Or even a garden of fruits and flowers
Enchanting stories of courage and dare
Of compassion and care
Of humanity at large
In goodwill and love
Or even seemingly silly stories
Of life and living in general
Of fun and frolic.
But there was a pact between the two
Which her mother followed to the tee.
Simply there was one area
The story must not go to or be
Of things above in the sky.
Although her mother was too drawn
To explore the mystery of space…
But the little girl felt a little too lost
To fathom space and beyond
May be it was just her nature
Or perhaps there was more to it
Of why she was uncomfortable with unknown space!
Leaving a few musings in contemplation…
Are fears rational or just an illusion in the making?
What are irrational fears?
Are they there for a reason?
Do fears manifests from past lives?
Do fears eventually help us someway?
How does one overcome these fears?
Can we grow out of our little fears?
Do you have any experience of fears as a kid?
Have you chosen to outgrow them?
Have you managed to face your fears?
For life awaits on the other side of fear!