fear, and freedom.

I have heard that the sky is the limit but I do not want to stop until I touch the sun and dance in the moon’s pearly crescent. The only thing keeping me from conquering every inch of the cosmos is the atmosphere of apathy, excuses, and fear that form a black cloud around my core. They are the chains that tie me down, the chains that I refuse to cut because I am afraid that if I do, I will float right up to the sun and get burned as soon as I touch it. I am afraid, in essence, of failing on a very large and public scale and therefore I refuse to set foot on even the smallest of metaphorical stages. But for all that fear, I have a greater fear That in my smallness, I will sacrifice someone else’s liberation I don’t want anything to hold me down. I don’t want to hold anyone else down. The only limits are the ones you set for yourself.