After you accidentally broke the scythe of a fearsome ghost.
Terrified, trembled, clutching the broken blade.
“I didn’t mean to… I just picked it up…”
The ghost loomed closer.
Fear wrapped around the you like a fog.
But the we didn’t realize,
the shard in our hand could destroy the ghost in a single strike.
Because fear wasn’t strong.
It just looked big…
until you remembered your power.
How many times have I feared the “ghosts” of mistakes I made at work or in life?
How often have I been paralyzed by the imagined reactions of others,
or by anxious thoughts that hadn’t even happened yet?
But when I look closer:
I see the tools I already hold: lessons, strength, experience.
Even my “mistakes” have become part of that blade.
Sometimes, the fear is just fog.
And the truth is, we’ve already lived through worse.
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