It is sad
how some of us get so used to being kicked that we cower at the sight of a
shoe. Hell, I stopped wearing shoes for a while. I was afraid I'd kick my own
butt. Every shoe does not aim to find purchase on your being, just as every
opening hand is not there to push and shove. Sometimes those hands are there
for embrace and comfort.
There are
times when that kick or shove is needed and is a show of love, even though it
is not seen as such by the receiver. Many times the target is so shaken that
the anticipation of the kick sends them into an attack frenzy.
Then
there are times when we simply imagine the kick coming even when it doesn't
ever exist in thought. How do we overcome this fear? Trust, forgiveness, and
love are the only keys to freedom.
©Sept 22,
2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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