FEAR IS THE THING, MY DEAR by Charlotte Eriksson

I wrote this as some sort of comforting hymn to myself, one night when I couldn’t shake off that fear…

I go back to read it, as a reminder of how fear is nothing but a small sensation in your chest. And if you practice and stay persistence, you can learn to turn it around to excitement.

Fear Is The Thing, My Dear

by Charlotte Eriksson

But if your heart doesn’t have any fear it will cease to grow

in time

for fear is the thing, dear.

Fear is the thing that makes the heart pump, eyes open and

mind swell,

and fear makes the safety worth chasing. Adventure awaits on the other side of that fall, in that fall,

and if you knew the outcome of each and every thing

the point would cease to be.

Fear is the thing my dear. Fear is the thing

that makes the heart grow.

Charlotte Eriksson: When I was 18 years old I left my home in Sweden and moved all by myself to London to go after my dream. I wanted to create a life that made me excited to keep fighting, and I wanted to become a person to be proud of. Since then I’ve started my own publishing and distribution company ”Broken Glass Records,” released 5 critically acclaimed EPs and 2 full-length albums under the artist name The Glass Child, had my single "I Will Lead You Home" reaching #2 on the Swedish iTunes chart, and toured all over the UK and Europe. In 2013 I published my first book Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps, which is the story about the year I spent homeless on the road in England, with nothing but a guitar, a suitcase and a dream. Now, after having spent a year living in Berlin, I am publishing my second book of travel essays, called Another Vagabond Lost To Love, in May 2015. I believe that music can change a life, because it has changed mine. Come and talk to me on Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram or Facebook. I’m waiting for you!

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