The man at the gates, at the end of my life
Looked at his list and then looked at me.
Why are you here? he asked, seriously.
You haven’t yet done the most important of things.
What could that be? I asked, earnestly.
I’ve worked and I’ve travelled
And I’ve ticked off my goals.
But those allowed in are only those souls
That did the most perfect of things.
What can be greater than all I have done?
I’ve achieved all my hopes and magical dreams.
Ah, but you haven’t felt love, said the man.
You’ve shut yourself off through hurt and through fear
And not let one person see the real you.
And until you have done this
You’ve only had a life that has been half lived.
I have steered away from relationships all of my life. I know that it is mostly out of fear and I think that is really sad. I hear other people talk about love as though it is magical and intoxicating and I can’t help but wonder if I would embrace the feeling too, if only I could let down my barriers enough to let it in.
I just hope that I don’t get to the end of my life and find that I’ve wasted it in some way, just because I was too scared to let in the most important part of it. I mean, if love makes the world go round, then my world must be pretty stagnant at the moment.
I hope that any people out there that are struggling with this fear can start to chip away at the walls because I’m sure we are all missing out. And I don’t know about you but I’m starting to get a nasty case of FOMO.