Sometimes it is the very people who no one imagines anything of who do the things no one can imagine.
Without our imaginations, we’d be like all those other poor dullards. Fear is the price of our instrument. But I can help you bear it.
Fear is not real. The only place that fear can exist is in our thoughts of the future. It is a product of our imagination, causing us to fear things that do not at present and may not ever exist. Do not misunderstand me, danger is very real, but fear is a choice. We are all telling ourselves a story and that day, mine changed.