As I continue to think fiercely about the current series we are in at Westside I heard someone say something to the effect of the only way to make sure you don’t have any fear is to not wish for anything meaningful. I like the idea that a fierce life is certainly not one devoid of fear but one motivated by the fear of losing our best possibilities.
Also, Paris, Je t’aime… awesome.
Speaking as someone struggling to recover from a life of petty and diminished ambitions, I’d have to say that it’s not true that there’s no fear in a life of no meaningful expectations – it’s just a low grade, all-consuming, gnawing anxiety-like fear, as opposed to a sharp and clearly defined terror.
To put it in pharmaceutical terms, your choices are Ambien&Tums or Caffeine&Adrenaline. Further updates if I ever find a middle ground.