Some fears are born with us.
They grow day by day
week by week and year by year,
Like our own body parts.
When we try to get rid of them as with nails and unwanted hairs, they grow more
and become an essential part of our existence.
As if, we should not live in pure sunshine.
I don't remember.
Things I have been afraid of, are too many to count.
But there are three, you must know, before it is too late...
I am afraid, I am going to lose my eyes first. I am afraid of pain that lives in the old age and eats up the body, slow like termites -
I was afraid. Happy endings are not true. Only in stories, we can have all we need to survive. Life - is but a rehearsal for those stories.
Good things come to an end.
Though, stories never.
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