Raise those hands.
Raise your hands.
Both of them.
I know mine are raised. Fear is everywhere. Am I raising my children right? Am I being a good husband? Father? Co-worker? Friend? Son? Person?
Is this what I want to do with my life? How I want to live it? How I want to leave my mark on the world, my kids, my family, everyone around me?
And those are just the existential kind of fears. What about the small, run-of-the-mill fears? Did I remember to turn the oven off? Did I lock the door? Did I forget something the kids were supposed to have signed?
It seems overly easy these days to get bogged down in fears. Big fears. Small fears.
(Be careful, I might start to sound like Dr. Seuss here in a minute…)
I think this is why dreams exist. To give us a break from that fear. Give us something to look forward to. Some hope. Of a better…
Maybe what we’re all doing here is searching for our own something.
Keep searching. You’ll find it. And when you do, don’t ever, ever let go of it.