Listening to Fear

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Listening to Fear. Source: aesta1

I have to say I have myriads of fears, especially around my writing and art.  I have not expressed myself in my art, maybe my mind but never my heart. I always kept my heart to myself and guarded it really well. Why? I fear that if I open up myself, it might be trudged on. No one has ever done that to me as far as I can remember but the fear is there of opening up. So I remained closed.

I did my designs from my mind and they were alright. My writing, some of my friends would say, were cynical. It was because I did not express the inner me. It was only an expression of the mind. There was no soul to it. It wasn't me.

This realization dawned on me only recently when slowly I listened to my inner self and allowed it to express itself. It felt light. It had no complaints. It just did.

Yes, our inner self is that. It is in itself an expression. It is always trying to get through the walls of fear we have put up. It is such liberation when it happens. I find myself more productive. Without fear, my writing flowed and exuded. My friends were singing bravo.

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