We are so afraid of pain, that we stop to live our lives to full extent. Fear of the future inevitable outcome will leave us in numb state, save state. It’s the point of life to be safe, while we see the whole point of the nature be brutal, dynamic, ever-changing in colossal circle of new life, excitement, pain and death? To never experience the thrill of adventure, the feel of accomplishment, the true romance. What will become of us without the need to express our inner selves, to go beyond, scared, weak but the end satisfied. To receive the end of the road with tears of happiness mixed with true sadness. By every moment I stay alone in this save room, I feel the numbness, anger, despair accompanying slowly my soul, my body. My desire to go, to do things, to be with you is strong, but the fear is stronger. Every day I try to break this charm, to pierce through the fear with the courage, foreseeing the road in front of me. To accept the pain as the part of the process, which I gladly receive with humble expectation. Without it my presence in this world has no point at all.