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.