It's right to feel fear, a crime to do fear.

There’s a line between burying and planting
hope in the latter and grief in the formal
growth in the latter, pouring in the formal
and between the two
a choice
boldness
a brave straddle

Kid,
It is not an act of bravery
to commit the murder of your dream life and bury
it at the soil of your soul
and walk through the life you settled for as if nothing happened
as if that vision you killed is not sucking
your energy away 

Kid,
you stink
your heart is pumping blood but you smell of death
your skin covered in goosebumps
you smell of fear
and it is making everyone around you uneasy
"But still all we do is fear "  you sing in response. 

You became a pamphlet in the hands of fear
and it’s leading your life on shallow suburbs
of what was meant to be a deep dive
of full breaths and transformations
of « I don’t know but I’d love to try! » 
instead of « I’m sorry,
I couldn’t, 
I was scared.
» 

There isn’t a right and wrong way to feel
It’s what you do with the feels that matters
and I’d rather you chase the deep and beautiful
than you taking steps backward to the dull

Stop burying the bright choice
and start planting it,
water it with wisdom, love, and a pinch patience,
and make boldness your typical! 

ACT BOLD!