Today I think.
Self-worth. Feeling worthy. And unworthy.
Fear of the unknown and the known.

Each starts as a little wisp of an idea and slowly builds into something bigger. Like fear or joy. These notions can come and go quickly from my consciousness but repeatedly over time.

My words may not be important or relevant.
If they are and if they are not, who decides?



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About amosgirl

Now that I'm a grownup, I'm learning to use my words. The stories of my life and my family began as an expression of my love. Please enjoy - I hope they make you smile.
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One Response to Ambivalence

  1. OneAndNone says:

    I enjoyed reading this.
    I think the fear of the known is sweeter than the fear of the unknown, so is why I choose that of the known.
    I explored this a little more and asked myself, that which I think is unknown is also known, known-unknown (meaning I know there is unknown). So I asked myself what would be the state of my mind, when I think of the unknown-unknown.
    Thank you for letting me share 🙂


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