But you know-

But you know what? With all the dreams that we have in our lives. All the moments of possiblity that flit in and out and around us? We fear making that leap into our own happiness. As we grow older, we fear the responsiblity of our own happiness. We fear following our dreams because eventaully, when we get down to the last couple dreams, the last few ones we grew up with. We are scared to death that perhaps these dreams are not more than dreams. The leaps of faith that this life puts infront of us, are so great, that we are tempted to never take them- fearing our failure. We would rather live out our lives out in a slow unrequited churn of evaporating potential and happyness, than take the risk. We would rather forever live in our memories, the sweet taste of what long ago was our future, than risk finding out that the one true, true thing, we had ever hoped for- was nothing more than just a fantasy. Why? Because who the hell are you if you don't have dreams? What the hell happens to a person when they simply run out of fantasy for tommorow?

But at the same time, what if you take that leap- and you do fly? Perhaps fear is nothing more than gods gesture of the path before us. Perhaps over comming fear is the only way we earn our destiney.