Trusting in the ineffable

Life evolves because of and in spite of everything I do.
 
Sometimes I am terrified by my love of people.  Things can be replaced, but not people.

If I become too dependent on a person in my life and that person disappears, how will I survive?

I have found myself afraid to be me for fear of losing people, afraid to go forward in my life for fear of destroying what I perceive as our relationship, afraid, afraid, afraid.

And yet I know that the way is much longer, much more winding, much more infinite than I am capable of understanding.  Trusting in the ineffable infinite only eases the inevitable.

What will be, will be. 

A conscious belief that the present joy or something better is always on the horizon would give me so much peace of mind, but my humanity has so much room for fear.

Walking into the future is not a choice, but doing it with an open heart is.