If life were a box of prickling pears,it would hurt every time I hugged life. It would hurt to eat,drink ,sleep even to think. If life were a prickling pear fear would fear me too. My color would attacrt many bees and yet the fluttering butters would keep away.
Fear nothing but fear it self, your mind is filled with nothing but illusions.
Just imagine if you were a pricking pear, fear would fear you too.
It would hurt, cause you judged the prickling pear your fear has now captivated your mind to believe the pear is pure danger. You have now failed to see the beauty of it the only thing you can see the ugly need of the prickles. It distracts you from the flowers that are blooming next to it. The bright color pink and the purple colored flowers,along with the prickly pear, only if one takes a second look they might see: the true beauty in which this plant has grown in its own unique way. The way the colors contrast the way in which the plants speaks to its self with” I don’t care adttuide” it’s growing no matter if it’s accepted or not it’s not fearing. It’s growing and it’s blooming into a center piece with all the attention. Who would have thought that fear would take away the self voice of the prickly pear ? I would feel so unsecure about its self about so many things that taunted it’s life in the form of fear & anxiety ! Certainly the prickly pear deserves much more creidt than that.