To love is to not fear.
Love comes in so many forms. Loving food, my dog, my family, my close friends. A word in comfort, a word in concern, a word in consideration. Sitting beside someone for hours, not saying anything.
Love can be so terrifying with the possibility of bringing either so much joy and happiness or pain and sorrow. Yet without risk, there can be no reward.
Sitting on top of the Acropolis, in front of the Parthenon, sweat sliding down my back in endless rivers to the soles of my feet, I realize. That the time has come for me to let go. Let go of the fear. Let go of what I think should happen in life. The insecurities, the pain that binds me to an anchor, stuck in the mud at the bottom of a black, endless lake.
I whisper a prayer to Athena, knowing that whoever is in charge will get the message. "I'm done hiding away. I'm done telling myself it's not worth it, that the risks are too great, when I don't actually know. I'm ready for anything. Everything. Help me."