You are locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what is in the room.
What is my greatest fear? There is so many that I don’t focus on them as they would drive me insane. But if I had to pick one I would be growing old lonely. I mean this in a figuratively way, to grow old without any real connection.
This could be broken down into three categories
All three are intertwined, to be fully fulfilled all three need to be met.
Love – A real connection that is loving, playful, supportive, makes you feel energised and alive. It is not selfish, jealous, lazy or a trade off. That connection with someone who get you without needing and explanation. Where you tell them your dreams without hearing “What about me?” You can express your fears and deepest desires without judgement. A man’s best friend, travel partner, true companions and muse.
Work – Doing something that is fulfilling, a sense of giving something back, worthy of my abilities and challenging enough as not go into auto drive. Something different everyday and not monotonous. At the end of the day a sense of accomplishment, something to be proud of.
Life – Spontaneous, entertaining, engaging, surrounded by friends, family and people who inspire. Everyday a new wonder, no routines, commitment, supportive, reaching for the sky. Going places that I’ve never been, new people and new ideas.
So now I’m locked in a room with my greatest fear.
I’m old and grey, getting around a little slow. I’m in my Pj’s in a small room with plain coloured wall with just a clock to decorate them. This is a single 3 drawer cupboard on wheel. A single bed, on wheels, not very comfortable, with side rails on either side. Lying on my back with nothing worth reflecting back on. No company, no visitors.