pensiveI'm not talking physical fears. I've played soccer, fenced, fought, and heard gunfire. I've swum, ran, climbed, jumped, flown, driven like a maniac, and gone through childbirth with no drugs. It's not pain, or physical living or dying that scares me.
It's the fears that wither the soul. The dying of faith. The slow dripping away of self-confidence and courage. It's like being unemployed or disabled, but far worse. It's being completely physically, socially, monetarily, mentally able to do something but just putting it off for another day...
At the heart of it is a terrible uncertainty. I have no central desire. I have nothing that I want to do or be more than anything else. I can do nearly anything. I want to do nearly nothing, especially if it's for myself. For me that seems a great sin to not desire anything so strongly that I would do it. Or maybe it's nothing. Nothing at all. Because, in the end, if I stay the way I have been, it will result in nothing at all.
