Just as at the moment of coming into the world, when we die we are afraid of the unknown. But fear is something internal that has nothing to do with reality.
War is the military's work of art, the culmination of their training, the golden brooch of their profession. They have not been created to shine in peace.
In the end, you only have what you have given.
If I write something, I fear it will happen, if I love someone too much I fear losing them; however, I cannot stop writing or loving...
We are all now at an age to throw overboard the feelings that serve no purpose and keep only those that help us live.