Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Fearing Fear

This is going to confuse you. I'm roughly certain that it will since, it confuses me. Fear confuses me in general. I hate fear. I fear fear. Throughout my life I’ve found fear to be the most powerful, motivating emotion to ever kiss me.

At one time, I feared the worst, because the worst kept proving its existence. Now, oddly, I fear that it will never go back to the way it was.

The way it was, wasn’t how it was supposed to be. She wasn’t supposed to get hit by a car or fall into two year long coma. I wasn’t supposed to tweak things in my life that didn’t want tweaking or become the teenage equivalent of Manis Freedman (forgive me if I am totally flattering myself).

But she did. And I did.

Now its been two years. And its gone. The inspiration. The horrible metaphors. The ridiculously clich├ęd manner in which my thoughts involuntarily formed into the words I swore to God I’d never say.

And now I am actually jealous of myself. Jealous of the way I once let myself think. Of the things I once let myself do. I now covet the days when I actually believed hard enough to let sound like that. And the times that I didn’t care how trite or preachy I came off.

I once feared the days that fear found me. Now I fear, I’ll never find those days again.

This is what I wrote almost two years back.

Ps. Israel is awesome. I just can't sleep. Therefore I started thinking about weird things like fear.


cmbc said...

there is nothing to fear but fear itself -
I think that was Roosevelt or something.

And hey- i thought i was the only miniature Manis out there ;)

Anonymous said...

oh wow mini manis's rove all over the planet oy
i cant read the link bec i dont have facebook
sounds interesting
get ur grip on freedom of thought now!

mickey said...

boy, manis would be tiiickled if only he knew

farvas no facebook? i hope my fb post didnt scare ya ;)