Attachment breeding fear

It took more than half my life for me to realize that attatchment is not a good thing. I think I used to get it confused with passion, commitment, or maybe even love. That’s the sinister thing about it. It looks alot like all the right things, but it is selfish and stifling at it’s core.

To be attatched is to be irrational and self perserving. No one with an attatchment to a certain outcome ever wonders how anyone else will be affected in the end. Yet she has convinced herself that she’s out fo the greater good.

Imagine that, something ugly disguising itself as something beneficial.

The most fascinaiting part is how the more attatched we grow the more fear we are forced to let in. When one realizes he has absolutely no control over God and the Universe his grip tightens rather than loosening. He must force things to work in his favor. When he can’t, his pulse quickens and his throat drops into his belly.

Undenaiable inevitability becomes his antagonist, despite his knowledge that he could never win. What started out as harmless attatchment has morphed into crippling fear.

He is convinced he must persue this quest despite there being no end.