March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life’s path.
My only problem is the fear that opposition bowlers might go for my fingers and that’s why I was scared of the short ball. Now I am struggling with the ball pitching up and swinging away. I just keep nicking that one.
I thought Erica Jong’s Fear of Flying was one of the biggest pieces of crap that I’ve ever read in my life.
The scariest thought in the world is that someday I’ll wake up and realize I’ve been sleepwalking through my life: underappreciating the people I love, making the same hurtful mistakes over and over, a slave to neuroses, fear, and the habitual.