If you believe in fantasy, not the unambiguous, barely metaphorical and often boring limitations of reality, than it must be true that when I was born, instead of bestowing upon me a gift such as calligraphy or decorative trigonometry like other fairies do, a naughty fairy gave me the gift of fear: intense worry, guilt, anxiety and stress. In another world it would be called OCD. In my world it is simply “the baseline”. Anything good is threatened. Everything bad is a trigger for ever more fear. And so I grew up, not realizing it until slowly fear took over and I had no choice but to hold back, make my life smaller, give in to the thoughts that might spring up in the mind, and wait for the fears to go away. And usually they do. For a moment. For a while. For that bit. At some point, someone in such situation must either accept this life or become a naughty fairy of his own, challenging the idea of pre-decided fate. And so, with a little help from a sought for Therapy Fairy, a lot of “having had enough”, a twice- daily dose of natural supplements and in the words of Vince Lombardi via Beyoncé’s Super Bowl Half-Time extravaganza, “the spirit, the will to win and the will to excel”...I attempt to move on. So now, this image which once triggered me and worried me as a representation of my fears, and that I refused to share again or make reference to once it was originally posted now seems to me to be a display of letting go, the riding past of wallowing in fear, upward and onward, away from the cycle of stress that keeps me on land...into the sky where down below I see now how trivial and small it all appears...and that a thought is not a reality.