Fear ... it torments me day in, day out ... yet I live without hiding, without looking forwards or backwards ... continue on this path of self-destruction and don't turn around ... the end towards. What does it mean to be really afraid? Does anyone know the answer to this question? Who can say for themselves that they have ever felt real fear ... fear that one feels the second of one's death?

Fear ... it holds us back, prevents dreams from coming true ... maybe saves us ... but could also destroy us ...

...Anxiety

well ... no comment from me ...