no....and yes
The path wends amid synchronicities through actions, experiences, hopes, dreams and tragedies; a challenging equation that begs for balance. The natural inevitable, death, suffices in rest. The living Gift must seek repast in struggle, yet in this breath and flesh, such worth, such beauty. The wheel turns as it must. Fear is completely aside from this, yet threads through each. Gather then these threads to find and follow where they catch, and find graceful repose instead.