There’s a confusing moment when observing someone who has just parked their car,
And they don’t…
Get…
Out?
Weren’t they just in such a hurry to get where they were going?
Then I ponder on my own times driving,
And I recognize that moment:
Of hesitancy
Of self-preparation
Of boldness dissipating
That transition, in which the journey becomes the destination,
And the Unknown becomes Real.
And perhaps, we assume that the journey will never end
That we can perpetually fantasize over our very SAFE preconceptions of what will occur at wherever we are scurrying: for errands, parties, visits, trips

Next time that moment spews forth into existence, may you consciously
See it
Politely ignore It
And let it pass you right on by,
So that it might be eaten by the nearest insect.

What are we so afraid of?
Fear. not.
For God, the Lord of Heaven’s armies, is with you.

Canvas  by  andbamnan