To philosophize is only another way of being afraid and leads hardly anywhere but to cowardly make-believe.
“When I was little I always thought I was marked out, special, on the verge of something momentous. I used to tingle with anticipation.”
“My father wasn't around when I was a kid, and I used to always say, 'Why me? Why don't I have a father? Why isn't he around? Why did he leave my mother?' But as I got older I looked deeper and thought, 'I don't know what my father was going through, but if he was around all the time, would I be who ”