TIME TO STOP BEING SCARED

gentleman weve blindfolded ourselves more times than that pleasure seeking chick in 50 shades of gray and i dont know about you....but being unable to see is not my kind of kink and you're wondering where the hell is he going with this so i think its important i tell you a story of when i was kid. i was 6 years old and staying the weekend with my older cousins mystery and ryan they were around 13 and 14 years old....and as teenagers will... especially when entertaining a young daring 6 year old. they thought lets spice things up....so the popcorn popped....pillows and blankets were set on the floor...the lights were dimmed...and nightmare on elm street began to play.... yeah freddy fucking kreugar for a 6 year old.... i really dont have much recollection of the movie...the plot,,,,the characters...was it good bad... who the hell knows....BUUUUTTT i do remember the brown glove with metal blades that Freddy wore....and on top of that he corroused around in people's dreams... Freddy was the monster that invaded your sleeping moments those susceptible moments when one is not consciously awake. ask yourself how many monsters are kicking your ass because your sleeping you way through life and if the data in the ol memory bank serves me correctly...DURING the movie i believe i fared pretty well... i mean i put on a ballsy and brave showing for the older cousins but AFTER, and its always the after effects that chop us down to size right,, i was back at home, in my own dark and shadowy room, with no older cousins, no light no more balls, and definitely stripped of any bravery and as the rose bush outside my window scratched across the glass.... JUST like the sound of freddys blades i couldn't help but multiply the size of the shadows climbing my walls we usually make mountains out of molehills when we act on pure emotion so as any dependent person does when they are backed against the wall.... I cried for help.... in came the parents, unaware that i had watched freddy earlier, so they assumed ' it was the usual nightmare of a kid....they said their parenty reassurance and left the door open.... and we all thought hell yeah...problem solved... see we really never shed light on our monsters...we leave the door open thinking in our self delusion that were giving ourselves an escape route not knowing we're actually giving entrance to more monsters... because the door being open didn't cure my cowardice...it only compounded it. instead of freddy POSSIBLY being outside my window...he was now DEFINITELY inside the house and creeping down the hallway about to slash his way through my doorway.... i screamed bloody murder for about a week....hell maybe longer....but time has a way of painting ourselves in better ligting and for that im thankful. and to get to my damn point....i put on a blindfold of ignorance instead of getting up, turning on the light and looking under the bed, in the closet, and down the hallway, out the window I instead chose the easy alternative,i allowed the monster inside of my imagination to grow and enlarge its shadowy deception over my own tangible bravery.... or the possibility of that bravery. i could have acted on those fears,...the worries and illusions with a spirit of courage and in doing so, i would have overcame many a mans worst nightmare.... that terror and fear of the unknown. and MAN wee tend to shy away from those shadows just outside the perimeters of our lights shine... why...well becasue we dont know what the fucks out there. it could be freddy krueger, 50 shades of grey, whoopi goldberg...covid, putin..shit who knows and so within us all there are these anxiety inducing monsters that spill into our waking moments...and they keep us with our sheets pulled over our head but in every horror movie i've watched...those that sit back blindfolded from reality just hiding in the closet HOPING the monster will simply leave we all have our monsters....and we've all bought into the fallacy of the young kid but those problems left unattended do not merely disappear we've swept that shit under the rug for soo long that now we can't decipher between, right, wrong, fear and courage we've lost our backbone and we've lost our balls...we've lost the very nature of what it means to be man like any fake shit in this world...bullies, liars, all the things that like darkness better than the light...when we start calling them out...their perceived power disappears and our actual power extends itself to our benefit we want our freedom back...and a return to excellence requires running out the illusions that have erroneously taken seat on OUR throne...its time we run them bastards out and slam the damn door this is where courage takes back what is his....the coward has been painting his canvas with shadowy lies WASTING.... what could have been some amazing creations for the man