Realization.

Last night I realized that I have spent my entire life so terrified of impending death, that I have never really lived. I have always been waiting for the next bomb, the next accident, the next terminal disease...Yet, I have never been waiting for the magic moment, the realization of a dream, the taking of one step in the right direction. What makes some people like this, and some people fearless dreamers with no abandon? How do "live-rs" live? What is the secret?

What if just one thing changed? What if the magic moment really came? What if someone came alone who believed in me the way I have could never believed in myself? What if dreams really did come true?