FEAR, I don't think I'm the only one who feels it, every now and then it embraces me until it suffocates me, making me believe that there is no escape and that everything is out of my reach.

My eyes manage to see a great abyss between me and my next destination. As a wall rises in front of me, blocking my path and preventing me from moving forward, when will I be able to free myself from this stupid fear?

I believe that the fault lies in weighing beyond what has not happened, imagining things in my mind without the certainty that they will happen. But this situation became part of my daily life, every day a new challenge and a new wall to cross.

These patterns have marked my life for a long time, from my first job interview, until even after I succeeded. It is absurd how you can be afraid to do something you have studied almost all your life, but there it is in front of you, a huge wall that only you can see.

After reaching a goal you feel that there is no wall rising in front of you, but it is not true, there it is again, in every decision, in every change, in every day.

Even when you think about traveling in search of happiness, it comes back and a wall rises up trying to crush you, what if I don't come back, what if something happens, will I come back, and after that I unpack the suitcase.

And that time everything became a misunderstanding, my marriage about to disappear, I thought he would leave me, he wouldn't be able to forgive me for my mistake, he surely doesn't want to talk about it, but all that was in my mind and it didn't really happen, so I built a wall again because of my thoughts.

I stopped doing things because of what they will say, and that they never said. Drowned in tomorrow, I raised the biggest wall of all, "the fear of being wrong", after building it I saw no limits to its height and I dropped my arms to not even try to cross it.

On that wall began to be written phrases that were nailed in my heart, like thrusts, "you can't do it", "you won't make it", "stop trying"; and each time more and more came out, while the wall came down on me by the weight of the words.

Only when it came upon me did I understand what I was made of. It tore from end to end like a simple sheet of paper, and when I looked ahead I was on the other side, I simply broke through that huge wall that prevented me from moving forward and plunged me into depression.

It was a simple and absurd paper wall. All my life I could go through it in different ways, tearing it, burning it, getting it wet; I just had to face it, face my fears!

Every day walls continue to form in front of me, one after another, but this time I know I can break through them, because they are simply "paper walls".

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