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MY FEAR, MY LIFE by Anjuu Kalhaan

Surprisingly, I face my fears with a smile these days …

It is because I've realized that as I grow each day, I feel that my inner growth occurs, especially, as I clear out each one of my fears: one fear at a time. As I do this, I love each fear when I part with it, and even thank it for having been a part of my journey, and for having walked me so far.
My Fear, My Life
by Anjuu Kalhan

Fears are one with the self
Living with fears becomes inevitable
The mind bears…fears:
Fear of loss
Fear of falling
Fear of death
Fear of going far
Fear of the unknown.

Leaving my inhibitions behind,
breathing under the open skies,
swimming into the dark deep waters,
clearing up my obstacles,
I sometimes walk blind folded,
as I face my fears
with a smile
and become part of it with ease.

With open arms
I welcome my destiny
embracing all my fears with it,
and all the potential growth
hiding within them.



Anjuu Kalhaan: “I am yoga instructor from Delhi who lives her life practicing gratitude as I consider myself a spiritual person. I am thankful to God for having given me this wonderful opportunity to discover myself. I believe that whatever happens in this life is for a wonderful reason, and that life is filled with all kinds of golden opportunities God gives us. And so I love sharing my life with others! I believe this has made it more fun and magical. I am also mother to one son who is studying computer science in the US. Connect with me at anjukalhan@gmail.com



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