Fear is love waiting to exhale

I'm so sorry I don't remember where I heard this but I really love it. What if fear is not the opposite to love? What if there is no opposite to love at all? What if love is all there is and sometimes it's just withheld or delayed for whatever reason? What if fear is just love waiting to exhale? 

Life is like the breath; the ugly with the beautiful; the tough parts with the ease; the in- and out. Without our judgements it's all the same. All important. All unimportant. Fear is not the absence of love, but just a block we create when we're blinded by the light, not feeling deserving or too caught up in the worldly drama. 

This thought truly soothes me. I want to stay there. What about you? 

With all my love,