I Hate Living In Fear
I have tried to teach the idea that fear simply means face everything and rise. But as I sit her Im questionning why I have to. Questionning what I did to deserve living in fear. The constant nightmares. The panic attacks the moment I wake up triggered simply by the fact that I woke up. Its a battle. Most wars dont go on for this long. Im just sick of it. Sick of fearing life itself (its not that I fear everything in life, its basically the concept of life itself, the same way that I dont fear death). So tell me. Whats the actual point in facing everything if it gets you no where apart from dead anyways? Whats wrong with speeding up the inevitable when it will finally bring peace?