oh this, yes. the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. i remember reading this in “the alchemist” in my early twenties and wishing i believed it (lived it). now i do (more and more i do, even as fear screams, i am most committed here) sometimes we need to hold our own heart and tell it — it will be okay (we will be okay). i do this every night as the world gets quiet and the darkness creeps over everything. our hearts need care just like our bodies, mind and soul do. take care, listen but do not let terror rule. may we become our dreams. may you be your very own dream come true…

❤️ emily joy rosen

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