Let's be brave

 I am reading back and thinking what a cool way to live your life, brave in many ways and yet I always seem to forget the panic and the wondering that come associated. Why is it that every time I do a little something, taking a steep into the wide craziness of life,  take a new chance, risk I feel stupid, I feel scared and although I know I will not regret it a month from now right now I am a little panicy and mad at my self.

 I feel in all my relations and human interactions I am the one that takes the risks. I am getting old and a little tired of always being me the scared one.

I think that is all i had for today, where is the courage of opinion good or bad...