Ramblings

Sometimes the words just want to fly out of my mouth like angry bees; they want to scream out and bite someone. Sometimes raging, sometimes bitching, sometimes justified. Mostly to cover my own fear. Fear I will be gone. Fear you will. Fear I will be forgotten. Fear my love was not enough. Fear I was never loved enough. Fear that I was never substantial enough to leave a solid imprint on the lives of those I love. Fear that I simply was not enough of anything to be everything to anyone.
Isn't it strange how we let fear run our lives for us? What changes could be accomplished if our actions were motivated by love instead of fear? Perhaps that is the question we all need to be asking.