how can i stop fearing other people? how can i know who i am? how to let my native sense of meaning flow and connect with people and the world? why this sense of horror, coming over me? fear?
I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.
Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.