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Goodbye 29 - July 22


Don't give into your fears. If you do, you won't be able to talk to your heart.
~ Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

Have you ever had your heart stop talking to you. Mine does that to me now and then and invariably when I'm asking it to answer me or guide me. And that is always when I'm giving into my fears. Whether it's with men, with pursuing my dreams, with living life exactly how I want to instead of thinking of what people would say, fear of money, fear of being alone, fear of not being worthy of love or not worthy of loving and fear of not meaning anything to anyone. My twenties have been ten years of me identifying those fears and slowly working through them. I wouldn't say I have gotten rid of them completely. If at all, there are some that have gotten worse over time. But in spite of those fears I have managed to keep some dreams alive and coax my heart to talk to me again. And now slowly as I am challenging those fears head on, my heart is rising from it's ashes. But it's voice is still very faint and I can barely hear it. Am I the only one one that happens to? The numbness & the silence of your heart - or are there others that feel the same?
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