We are all scared. Scared of questions and scared of their answers. Scared of the present and the future. Scared of figuring out what we are bound to find out before we die. We are scared to face reality. We are scared of what we have become. We are scared by the loss of innocence and purity with each passing year. We are scared that being alive means dying. We are scared to allow a pounding mucsle no bigger than our fists to lead our lives. We are scared.
