"I am a man who walks alone
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park
When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark"
- Iron Maiden
Do we choose to be afraid?
So now I find myself in a battle of wits with different parts of my brain. The rational and irrational meeting in a heated battle to determine the speed of my heart palpitations. Tonight I'll choose to not be afraid, and I'll win. Tomorrow night, well…I'll deal with that when it comes.