You Complete Me: Dear Fear

It sounds so cliche right. We have often heard about it. Everything has two sides. The good and the bad, happiness and sadness, life and death ...the fire and the ice, the moon and the sun, black and white. Everything !! The absence of any one leads the ambiguity in the existence of the very ‘thing’. So, does it mean, these sides help the very ‘thing’ complete its meaningfulness. Does it shape its existence? 

Does it make a difference, if there were no bad things in the world?

Will it be okay, if we see no moon?

Will all happy things make us even happier?

Will this new fad be a curse or a boon??

I understand its a million dollar question ...and my optimistic mind forces me to believe, that we are literally striving for the taste of happiness in a life full of stress and grief!

Did we really find it ...or are we too blind to see?  

Would I? or would you?? 

I guess, we all know the answer. But never had we expressed any gratitude towards being grateful to ‘things’ that made us who we are. So, it is a small article to show a bit of tribute

So here it goes….

Again, on my way back home, I saw the very familiar face standing far away. Yes, it happened again. That girl, she was right there. I was so scared. Only this time, I was not wearing the sparkly watch. Hoping she would not hurt me because I had nothing with me, I went ahead. But, she stopped me again. She pushed me and laughed at me.  

Only, this time, I was bit more fearless. I screamed at her and voiced everything that echoed in my head. “Who do you think you are? Next time, you come closer and I will hand you over to the boogeyman”, I said. Further, I added how he came to visit me and is my friend. I was quite convincing I guess. She believed me and never bothered me again.

Now, that I am all grown up and I look back at this, I realize, Had I not been fearful, would I muster the missing courage. 

I realized, I was my own hero, I could be like fairy godmother just by being brave. What I feel now is that my strategy as a 9-year-old was way too good and helped me in several ways. Just by trying to induce the very fear that she brought upon me, I was able to rescue myself .

I know, its been so long but, its never too late to say that, every bit of things that shaped me of which ‘ Fear ‘ is also the one, played a much greater role than I could perceive as a struggling kid.

I would have been incomplete version of me had you been not here. I would not have worked hard, had you been not here. 

I feel, fearing of losing our loved ones, of failing, even dying, makes us want to live our life in the grandest of ways. 

So, Dear ‘Fear‘, you complete me !!