We, the shy ones seem to be condemned to failure in this Age.
Of course I fear,
while my same aged fellows flourish and growing up
finding the way they fit in their world
and me… unmoved, quiet,
as frozen, but time affecting me anyway, getting old on and on…
I fear, of course I do.
"…fear to face the challenges of life and the world outside?
rather die in the adventure, than die of boring”
I fear to not have anything to offer to the World
I fear to not find anything in the wold for me
I fear that what really draw me in is death
is the void, darkness, silent, quiescence
the non existence.
I fear cause I am not capable of putting an end to my life myself,
because I know that even doing it I will not find the Liberation I crave for.