Sometimes I think it is fear that drives the world. We’re scared what the “others” will think. We’re afraid something may happen to our near and dear ones. We’re frightened of the dark, of being alone, of dying alone. We’re wary of the unknown, worried about the future. We’re afraid to face up to the truth, to see ourselves as we really are, to own up, to start afresh. Everything we think, we say, we do or refuse to say or do is driven by this dark feeling. That we are, that we live, that we love and laugh is despite this constant lurking shadow that dominates so much of our living hours. When I pause to think of it, it seems that our simply “carrying on” is itself a wonderful achievement. Kudos to each one of us for that!