Where Fear Ends V1

The fear of doing something is really the demand for guarantees, for certainty that it will work out. But in the physical realm, no such certainty exists— everything ends, and every effort is eventually scattered like sand swept by the wind. At the level of the soul, though, there are no endings. There’s no punishment, no shame—only experience. And when this truth takes root, fears begin to lose their grip. They dissolve, like shadows fading in the firstlight.These blocks and fears are nothing more than static—stray signals from borrowed voices, whispering nonsense I once believed was mine. But they are not mine, and I no longer have to carry them.These fears—they belong to the body, born of the earth that shaped it. They don’t belong to me, not truly. So, I will dance, let my movements scatter them, like dust shaken loose from forgotten corners. They will fall back to the ground, where they belong. And I will remain—lighter, freer, nothing but myself.