I remember I used to fear death. I feared it so much I wanted to cheat it, to invent a technical way to live forever.
I went to a retreat, when I was 18. I talked, and decided it was not the way.
Then, for a long time, I kept fearing love. Fearing being consumed by it, I kept my heart frozen. 8 times it could have warmed. It took it burning for me to finally open up.
There is still a fear that lingers. The fear of myself. It’s so easy to burn the world, and so hard to heal it. This is why I need love.
I used to be scared of the dark, of the monsters, of spiders. Now I walk in the dark, at night. But I’m not the one you should fear. I’m the one keeping you safe. I will stand by no evil.
But will I use the power to create a new order or to destroy the old one?