I kept thinking, I kept thinking about how a part of me has wallowed in sorrow for years. How many decisions have I made because I was afraid of some dreadful thing that in the end would have never come to pass? How often have I said yes or no to something just to avoid a certain type of pain? I don’t think I’m a coward; sometimes I even think I’m brave. But now I look at myself and I think, who would I be, today, had I never been so needlessly afraid? I’m . . . pathetically sensitive.”
