I once had to read a book. It was an odd book about two mice. One mouse left the other mouse a message within a long maze. One mouse was brave and the other was not. The message simply said -What would you do today if you were not afraid?-
Simple question. I think of it in those dark times of anxiety. What would I do today if I were not afraid? Sometimes I have a list. Other times, I have no answer and just have no interest in an answer. You know, I think the people I feel saddest for are the ones who once knew what profoundness was, but who lost or became numb to the sensation of wonder, who felt their emotions floating away and just didn't care. I guess that's what's scariest: not caring about the loss-Shawn