I like brain damage.

When I stop to think about it, most of the problems or troubles I've ever had are in my head.

Not that I've had a perfect life, but looking back on the years I can't find one thing I'd change.

Not a person, an experience, a feeling, nothing.

The only dramas I've lived out are the dramas of fear

of being terrified of being alive

more terrified of dying

terrified of hurting

or being hurt.

I think about it a lot, how I'd love to know what it feels like to have to summon up true bravery to get through something that wasn't entirely made up by fear.

to really have to fight for my life or help someone fight for theirs. What does it feel like to truly be a victim?

I can't say I've ever lived through anything that I didn't put myself through. I've victimized myself plenty.

But to have to fight for my own survival?

It makes me feel fortunate that I've never experienced that. It makes my own worries seem so much less important. Because most of my anxieties are based on the future and what is going to happen.

Each of my present moments is so blissful and full of joy. I only rob myself of that when I let the future have any sort of impact.