We all have these unnamed things. I believe even if you name this feeling for your son, he will still have his own unnamed thing (s).
I could not look out my darkened bedroom window at night. It was on the 2nd floor and I had no real idea what could possibly be out there, but I just could not look.
a little bit of fear is harm less,I mean it is quite normal and essential...we don;t look at the naked realities and fear is a opaque mask,we have to have things hidden....bravery,too much,of it leads to insanity...it is an awesome feeling being childish again...,as far as I am concerned reasoning aggravates my fears...reality is more terrible than illusions...
I shared those same fears as a child..and they spilled over into adulthood..
I used to be terrified of the attic, where I, ironically, now live..
I had powerful nightmares here as a young adult..but I've cleared and changed the energy and am finally realizing my own power.
When you're in the earliest stages, people will project their fears onto you, and they'll eventually realize they can't..as you grow stronger, they will eventually have to face their own awareness and realizations.
this is why I believe in the power of subtlety and the principle of non-action..because there in lies the true power.
deep. I get this more than I am able to explain. I was the kind of kid who wouldn't look under her bed at night, wouldn't sleep with the closet open...and now? I keep the light on for my own...
Wonderfully stated, Emily.
I was deathly afraid of the dark until I was about 16. I had an over active imagination as well. You descried the fear very well... no name but you think its there.
When we are young, there are so many things that we fear, but I don't think we dwell on them, we are too busy and other things take up our good thoughts...those fears are put away into the back of our mind and may not surface for many years, if at all. Some fears are so bad, we repress them, until one day in our later years, something may trigger that memory or that fear, or we may be questioning ourselves and how we became the person that we are...that is when that memory comes back of those fears and then through deeper analysis, because now we have much more time to dwell on things, felt but not seen...A word appears.
Hold tight that boy of yours, you will give him that light he needs.
Our hearts often feel fears about that which we canot fully grasp... Do we ever banish those fears? Maybe we just shelve them when we feel the soft oblivion of love's sweet assurance...
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Stay close, my heart, to the one who knows your ways;
Come into the shade of the tree that always has fresh flowers.
Don't stroll idly through the.. [more]