Imagine sitting in a small rowboat as it fills with water.
The water is our fear.
We cup our hands into it and toss it away again and again.
Is it any wonder that we are hurting and tired?
Sometimes, we think those with less water in their boats are more frightening than the water itself.
So what do we do?
We attack them with our words and our deeds. We try to shame them into having the same amount of fear/water we possess.
There comes a time when our arms tire from all the fearful judgments we fling outward. Our minds then fuzz over with exhaustion from trying to sink everyone but ourselves.
What happens then?
Do we then sink? Or, do we rise up with the tide and let Love carry us?
Maybe consider Love today.
It will carry us through no matter how deep the water.