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Fear of unknowing Is what consumes us today Every little piece of knowledge we need Is at our finger tips *Just ask Siri Google it Look it up* But we fear the unknown and never do anything about it When people were unacquainted with the rest of the world They sailed to find it When people didn't know a word they picked up a dictionary and found it We fear that God exists or doesn't exist In truth, we really don't know We fear the unknown, so we pray to the unknown. We are scared of the dark Not seeing and knowing every dot of dust Not knowing what may lurk We don't know when the world will end The idea that it could happen, but we don't know when scares us It scares me, as I am no exception to this fear. We don't know what will happen next Maybe instead of fearing the unknown We could find curiosity in it.
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
Fear of Unknowing
Fear of unknowing Is what consumes us today Every little piece of knowledge we need Is at our finger tips *Just ask Siri Google it Look it up* But we fear the unknown and never do anything about it When people were unacquainted with the rest of the world They sailed to find it When people didn't know a word they picked up a dictionary and found it We fear that God exists or doesn't exist In truth, we really don't know We fear the unknown, so we pray to the unknown. We are scared of the dark Not seeing and knowing every dot of dust Not knowing what may lurk We don't know when the world will end The idea that it could happen, but we don't know when scares us It scares me, as I am no exception to this fear. We don't know what will happen next Maybe instead of fearing the unknown We could find curiosity in it.
Something I've been thinking about. I met a first love a few days ago, on vacation. He lives in Georgia, I live in Massachusetts. I don't know what's going to happen which scares me. I think we will have to move on... which is undesirable, my parents probably won't let me see him again. Even though I've been texting him, I yearn for him to hold me in his arms again... This unknowing is my fear.
margaretmaloney
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
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