“We stood in silence, and then the long-haired man repeated, “You are in pain. Do you know why?” “No, why?” I asked, even though I certainly did know why. “Because you are afraid.” “Afraid of what?” “Afraid of yourself,” the man said, placing his hand on his chest and patting his heart. “You are afraid to feel your real feelings. You are afraid to want what you really want. What do you want?”