Slow spent stars wheel and dwindle where I fell.
Physicians are a constellation where
The blown brain sits a fascist to the heart.
Late, it is late, and it is time to start.
Sanction the civic woe, deal with your dea,
Convince the stranger: none of us is well.
We must travel in the direction of our fear.
Why must we travel in the direction of our fear? It sounds promising but it feels too vague. Why is it good to travel towards our fears? Has it been proven people are happier if they overcome the fear that limits them?
is living a life that’s easy to be the goal of life, a pleasure cruise? If we are to confront our fears, something has to be more important to an individual than an appealing understanding of what really matters–unpleasantness is a fact of life. we shirk from what we fear because it is often unpleasant and it often does not resolve in a happy ending, even if we overcome what we desire to avoid. One must ask himself if it is right to stop “slip sliding away” not will it hurt or
what’s in it for me? A father may not get a happy result telling his son why he did some things that he is not proud of–is happiness really the goal of life? Is ice cream the only emperor in life as Wallace Stevens wrote? Or is the fight to be oneself more important and to never stop fighting, as another author once wrote?