, Norway

We don’t sing anymore

When we let fear win

By Kenny Mah

When was the last time a song soared in your heart? When there was space and not constriction? When that space expanded even further like your lungs with one giant intake of fresh air?

When, for that matter, was the last time you exhaled?

When your shoulders dropped and relaxed and you knew there was nothing to worry about, that all is right with the world? When did you feel free and loved and protected and safe?

When did you last feel light – and not heavy downcast fallen unable to get up?

We don’t sing anymore. We let fear hold us in its clammy grasp. Fear weakens our immunity, our shield to all the slings and arrows that life will throw our way. Remember that phrase “strike fear into someone’s heart” – once we are stricken, we are dead. We are caught in a net, an ocean, an endless struggle to free ourselves.

Don’t do dead. Do alive. Alive and well. Sing, my darlings, sing. Like your lives depend on it. Because they do.