I have no fears, or only at least no fears that are worth the scare. I mean the whole spider thing is really just about getting over myself, it’s a little infantile. I have no real fears except for one, the fear of the uncertainty of tomorrow. It may sound a little foolish at first, but when you think about it, it goes deeper than that… They say to cure your fear you must face them, like if I killed a spider I would see it’s not all that frightening and then I would be fine. Yet this fear, of the near and unclear future, is a fear I face everyday, for everyday is a tomorrow, but still I stay in fear. Some people say you have to live each day like it’s the last because you never know what could happen, and as much as I agree with those words, I also believe in the people that say we should live each day as it comes. I wish I knew tomorrow would be fine, I wish I didn’t have to worry, I wish I didn’t have so many choices to make, I wish I didn’t have to think about it and actually enjoy a day for what it is, but the moment that happens, tomorrow slaps me right in the face, and makes me work out for the marathon that is life. I ran so fast, so far, so long from my past, I’m tired of running. I’m in a good place now, where there’s no need for escaping, but it’s like the present is grabbing one of my foot at the time, making it leap a little forward, and I can’t stop it. So should I help myself and run faster to get it over with, or let the present push me all on its own to the future, that might in the end, not be as scary as my paranoid mind lets me believe?