It always existed. It didn't just pop up out of nowhere. Like all great works of art this sculpture was carefully crafted piece by piece, but not without imperfection. Within the marble soft surface of fear, there are places where even IT may chip away. To return these feelings to the dust in which they came...how can one overcome them?
Whenever I find myself tiptoeing along the edges of the chasms I call doubt, I find my safety net waiting just below the threshold, ever ready to catch me should I fall. Soft meshed gentle on the skin. I know it well, as it envelops, caresses. It breaks my fall and gently delivers me to a place where I cannot be hurt. All reason resides here, reasons of my own making. They tell me that all is well. It's OK, nothing can hurt you here. You may stow away from the adversity you encounter on your travels.
It turns out it was another typical day at work.
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