(fear)

At some point, even those of us made of steel get scared. I don't know why... but it seems to coincide with becoming an adult. Maybe it's a fear of jail that first starts it out. It's tough to tell for me... 18 happened right after I was released from lock up, so it's a chicken/egg sort of thing.

It could also be a fear of death... but I'm not sure.

I can say that I want to be able to get back to the point of feeling (almost) invincible. Life was much more exciting.

Maybe that's one of the reasons I've been doing this whole work out thing. More armor.

It's not so much about trying to recapture my youth, but attempting to recapture my strength. I want to go from shell shock back to soldier.