I’m so afraid. Of living, of loving, of letting go. Of death and old age. Of fear itself. Of dragonflies and wasps.
My life is a fortress of fear but I’m tearing it down, brick by brick.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Frank Herbert, Dune