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“All the times I was scared” the nights my thoughts grew louder than the voice of God inside me. Let’s write about the mornings I carried hope like a cracked bowl filled with water, careful not to lose what little still remained. There were days I feared becoming my own disappointment, feared looking into the mirror and meeting a stranger wearing my face. I was scared of love too, because people speak of forever with temporary hearts. Scared of failure! Scared of success! Scared that one day I’ll be living in memories of others my dreams would finally arrive and discover I was still healing. But wisdom found me quietly. It said fear is not proof of weakness! it is proof that the soul has seen how fragile life can become. So I stopped running from fear and started listening to it. Every trembling part of me was only trying to survive a world that rarely softens its hands. Now I understand the brave are not people without fear, they are people who learned how to walk with storms without becoming one. 25/05/26 Ghana 🇬🇭
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May 25
May 25, 2026 at 3:33 AM UTC
All The Times I Was Scared By: Martin Listowell Hanson
“All the times I was scared” the nights my thoughts grew louder than the voice of God inside me. Let’s write about the mornings I carried hope like a cracked bowl filled with water, careful not to lose what little still remained. There were days I feared becoming my own disappointment, feared looking into the mirror and meeting a stranger wearing my face. I was scared of love too, because people speak of forever with temporary hearts. Scared of failure! Scared of success! Scared that one day I’ll be living in memories of others my dreams would finally arrive and discover I was still healing. But wisdom found me quietly. It said fear is not proof of weakness! it is proof that the soul has seen how fragile life can become. So I stopped running from fear and started listening to it. Every trembling part of me was only trying to survive a world that rarely softens its hands. Now I understand the brave are not people without fear, they are people who learned how to walk with storms without becoming one. 25/05/26 Ghana 🇬🇭
I feared becoming ordinary in a world that rewards empty noise. Feared loving people who only knew how to borrow hearts without returning them whole
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May 25
May 25, 2026 at 3:33 AM UTC
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