“Fear sits beside me, fawning, smiling. He sees, a man, who is not fearless, but understands, the overcoming of him, is the key, to life, an exquisite life. I am surely not without fear, for only the psychotic, those in denial, and the Dead truly are. I am not the first, though I have visited there surely, I am never the second, for I do not lie to myself, and I am, not yet, the third, though one day, I will surely be. He whispers, lies to me, and I smile, knowing better. For surely, to embrace him, can and most often will, hollow us out, and take from us, everything. Yet, to overcome him, each and every time, empowers us, to live, free, the lives, we aspire to have.”
