Fear is not believing we are worthy.
The irony is that we live on a splendid planet full of the utmost potential to bloom, all that is key in the equation is: when do we man ourselves to honor that sacred contract? When do we stop micromanaging? When do we stop our petty pointless tribal hatreds and honor the American poet Carl Sandburg’s line:
“There is only one man in the world and his name is all men.”