Fear makes you alive..

I liked my life… because everyday would hold little mysteries for me, people I met or things I did. Everything was so unpredictable and yet arranged so synchronically. Every moment I unwrapped, I found a little gift inside.

I liked my life… sometimes so much that it would really make me afraid, afraid of illusions I have built around me but then heart responds, isn’t everything an illusion and aren’t we creating our own world where we live ?

and yet again I am reminded of the poem I read in my class ” To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness, But life without meaning is the torture of restlessness and vague desire”

So I continue to like my life with it’s fears and desires because thats what makes me alive…