Splitting Hairs
the noble pursuit
Sometimes, I’m writing in loops. Parsing apart fears and their definitions. Trying to find a beginning and an end to an infinity sign. I am not the first person here, so I have faith. Yet, I wonder. Can we ever pull apart our fears and anxieties and hang ups from one another? Can we extricate each one and examine it without falling down a rabbit hole? Is tugging at a single fear, symbolic or otherwise, even possible? Or is it like pulling one of those ropes from a magician’s hand that just keeps coming and coming.
I don’t want to create a false binary. A fear can be connected to your greater psyche and also be usefully examined in isolation. But sometimes everything bad seems like it is, in fact, the same thing. An amorphous blob. Hello, I am The Bad Thing. Fear is built on everything you have ever known, and everything that threatens to happen. But there is something in knowing the intimate sounds fear makes when it sleeps. So, loop on, my thoughts. I have things to learn here.