"what would you do if you were not afraid?"

fear seems to grow, manifest and eat into one's mind and soul with age.

why could one go all out for something and complete it without thinking much in the past but unable to now?

have one grown too accustomed and comfortable with one's own comfort zone that everything outside seem like a treacherous, unworthy path to take?

what if the comfort zone begins to tatter, will one still continue in the dilapidated zone? i guess most will, in fact, just squat in a corner of this decrepit zone, happy and satisfied that one is able to continue living in this ramshackle, instead of courageously venturing out on an adventure in search for a new belief.

guess its just dear old fear over-clouding one's thoughts