I fear not the Death that will kill me, I only fear that I may not be ready to receive him at the door when he comes visiting.
I fear not the fire that will consume me, I only fear the scars it will leave behind.
I fear not the failure that stares at me in the face. I only fear that I may not be able to move a muscle and try.
I fear not fear itself, I only fear the smell of cowardice.