Fear and the life of an HSP and empath
“Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you in living in better conditions..”-Hafiz
No shit, Sherlock. I mean, I LOVE Hafiz. His poetry is a breath of fresh air, but really? Wouldn’t we all love to live in a place without fear? What is the actual value of fear, if it has any? Why are we fearful in the first place?