World at large doesn’t really care. How could it?! It has way larger concerns than yours. Then bring it down to YOUR world, and make it shine.
Be prepared to be silent for as long as it takes, before you get heard; felt, understood. Be ready to fight your worst fears for your world, your dreams, your backbone. For your identity, for your soul. Your mind and your spirit.
Don’t try to convince anyone of anything. It’s a mirage, a very dangerous one that could burn irreversible time and precious energy from your life, fragile as it is. Mind to be true to the choices you’ve made, your innermost believes. Fight for them. Not with the other ones, no, not at all… That’s not the hardest fight. The hardest, excruciating at times confrontation is that with our fears.
The more I see it spreading on all walls, whether virtual (in ink) or solid concrete (in blood), the more I realize fear too, is a mirage… A Fata Morgana. We like to be lured by it. We like to wallow in it, to be victims without salvation. Well then, so be it. You’ve got life running through your vanes, only that you’re not alive. You don’t feel it, you don’t taste it, you are not happy and you’re merely complete. One is alive only when one is fearless.
Let me indulge you… I too enjoyed my shallow companionships with my fears. It was comfortable, it was the contradiction of a state of fear in fact. There were no fears to face. apparently, because every time I realized the world I was living in was not MY world, the path I was walking on was not my way, the circumstances I was obeying to were not of any of my choices… something died inside me. I was wallowing in a state of semiconsciousness, But then again, I was so ‘comfortably numb’. Was I free, though?
To free yourself from all the pre-conditionings of the society at large and from all the patterns of a life that is NOT YOURS, you must be desperate to understand that fear is a fraud, a bad humoured clown. It doesn’t care substance under its costume. Wrap the cloth, break the patterns, understand the pre-conditionings, and your free.
You don’t belive me? Why don’t you give it a try, and call me later. I mean it.