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  • I was born brave. Unafraid of consequences, unaware of the dangers around me. Craving adventure, driven by curiosity.

    I was a hole digging, tree climbing, creek exploring kid. No barn was was left to gather dust, no gravel road left unknown.

    Although that kid never left, Along the way I learned fear. I learned to hesitate, to consider, to weigh the options.
    I was made aware of my shortcomings. I began to make mistakes... or maybe I just started to care.

    But I still remembered that kid, I envied him. He still had a part of my heart. He has started to come around more often lately, making occasional visits, reminding my of the color of life. Reminding me the joy of living life without fear.

    I used to let fear control me, now I'm on a new adventure, an adventure to conquer my fears.
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