Okay, so did the first line a couple of nights ago, but it was sort of plain so I expanded it a bit.
It’s amazing the number of things you can be sincerely afraid of. Even things that are supposed to be good and happy and beautiful can be terrifying, mostly because we’re afraid to see them end. And we know that one day they will end.
I have never put my complete faith in someone. Sometimes I wish I could. I wish that there was someone that I could just tell everything to. All of my worst fears and worst mistakes. My past. Just all of it. But then I realize I’m too afraid of what they could do with all of that.
Most of us are so afraid of something that is, in the end, inevitable. Sometimes it’s because we’re afraid that we’ll lose something good. But more often than not I think it’s because we’re afraid of the unknown. No matter how bad things are now, the known is always less scary. Changes force us to take those giant leaps into uncharted territory and have faith we won’t fall.