Many people don’t ask because they fear rejection.
Many people don’t dance because they fear who is watching.
Many people don’t skip because they fear they are too old.
Many people don’t speak their mind because they fear people who disagree.
I wonder to myself, why do people fear doing the things they love?
Why are people so concerned about what other people think?
Why do people fear being disagreed with?
When did we start to care?
I wonder why, when we were four years old, we could say and do mostly anything we wanted without fearing being judged.
When did we start to care what other people thought of us?
Why is it that when we were four we could say things we wouldn’t even think of saying now?
When did we start to judge other people and ourselves?
Why is it that we can’t do the things that make us smile without being judged?
Why can’t I skip down the hallways without being thought of as weird?
When did we stop singing when we felt like it?
Why can’t we speak our mind if we have the freedom of speech?
When did people start calling things “weird”?
When did others start judging us on what we do, how we act, or what we say?
Who told people to judge each other?
For myself the answer is no one,
Yet I, and others still do it.
I wonder why people started judging other people.
This question I have has yet to be answered.
I still don’t understand why we fear being judged.
I still don’t get why people don’t do the things they want in fear of being judged.
Though I don’t know the answers to these questions yet, I will continue to try to understand fear itself.
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