What do I fear most in life? It’s hard to describe or explain, like a forgotten classmate’s name you just can’t quite put a finger on. It has been called many different things by many different people, and has even drove men to kill. But I’ve seen far too much of the bad side.
It kills people nice and slow, in the most horrible way. I have seen men become so intoxicated by it that they lose all sense of themselves and become lost in some strange dreamland. It drains them down until the men are only husks of their former selves, seldom with the interests or passions they once had. All day and night spent in near servitude to another, chained in one place like a wraith of their ambitions. I can’t bear to watch it happen, I know far too many of my own friends who have fallen victim to its fiendish machinations.
I can’t stand the thought of it. I myself once thought it was possible to balance the feelings, but any and all instances of love in this solitary world inevitably turn out poisonous for all involved.