Fear…fear is something I think about a lot. I consider myself a very fearful person, in a lot of ways. But at the same time I also consider myself a daredevil…is that an oxymoron? No, just hear me out…read…whatever. I enjoy skateboarding, and doing stupid stuff that usually gets me hurt, so fear is something that I’m very familiar with. But I’m not afraid of any of that stuff…because I can see it, feel it and know it before hand. Fear of the unknown I guess…well, I’ll put it this way. I’m not afraid the cliff, just as I’m not afraid of the water…it’s the fall that scares me. When you leap, it’s a commitment you can’t turn back from. You’re falling and it feels like it takes forever and you just can’t wait for it to be over…that is until you hit the water. The second you touch the water you realize how short that fall actually was and that all you want is to fall just a little longer……………so yeah, I’m not afraid of life…just as I’m not afraid of being dead.