Fear. A basic thing everyone will experience once in their life. But why? Why just another part of the illusion we call life?
I don't understand fear nor will i ever. I know what i fear but why fear it?
Well i know i fear old age, and i know exactly why i fear it. The simple fact that i don't want to watch myslef rot through my own eyes, i dont want to watch my youth fade and my happiness deteriorate. Knowing that i still won't cherish life even when i have wittnessed my own.
But even so why have fear?
Why have a creeping thought that follows us? A thought that lingers in the darkest part of our minds, a thing that keeps us awake at night, a being that represents uncertainty.
FEAR. The thing that we can only yield or fight but never meet half way...
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