I was awakened by a dream this am, one of those dreams you can't forget. Those don't happen very often with me, but when they do, they are burned into my mind's eye. These memorable dreams have a pattern that coincides with my life. As a child, these dreams were of things that frightened me, revealing my vulnerability. As I grew older, these dreams were on the verge of being a nightmare, like my heart was being cleansed of my past sins. Now, my dreams are of a wanting nature, or so they seem, leaving me with an uncertainty of meaning.
If I were to give these dreams some thought, I would find they have one thing in common and that would be my fears. We all have our own fears. They are a part of the life we are given, a natural inheritance of countless generations. Even as a mature adult, I still have fear. This fear seems to be a result of so many questions that have yet to be answered. Does fate really exist? How much control do we really have over our lives? And the mother of all questions, "Why?"
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