Fear? No more for me, thanks.

At some point, you'll grow tired of the fear.  I don't mean in the "I don't want to be scared anymore" way; that was there all along, anyhow, wasn't it?  I mean sometime far later on, when the fear has been there for so long it's as much a part of you as your own skin, it begins to feel tight and stale, like a shirt that shrunk in the wash.  Oh, you're still scared.  But you're also used to it. And eventually, you will realize the most important thing: fear doesn't alter your circumstances.  Nothing is different when you're frightened; it's just a million times harder to deal with.  The facts are still precisely the same as they would be if you were fearless. The threats are no less threatening.  The dangers are no less dangerous.  You're just more screwed up.  And that's when you realize the truth.  The terror is merely decorative, like fringe.  The real substance is what lies within you.  Don't underestimate that substance within you.  You are far more powerful than your fear.