The Fear of Your Own Depth

“I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.”

Some people are afraid not of the world but of themselves. Afraid of what they might feel if they stopped being busy. Afraid of what they might want if they stopped performing. Afraid of the depth that is there, waiting, if they were ever still enough to encounter it.

This fear is understandable. The depth can be overwhelming. It contains not only beauty but also grief, not only clarity but also confusion, not only love but also rage.

But the depth is also where you live. The surface — the busyness, the performance, the constant motion — is not where you are. It is where you hide.

The invitation is not to be consumed by your depth. It is to become familiar with it. To know that it is there, that it is survivable, and that it is yours.

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