To fear or not to live?-Part II

...mmm ok, this lunch lasted a bit longer.. more than 1 week. I needed to think about it. Things started changing so rapidly, that I'm not quite sure whether I can keep up the pace. To continue my previous problematic, I realized suddenly that fear occupied a great part of my way of thinking, of my behavior, of my desires, of my dreams, of my relations with other people, especially friends, family and romance. I started suspecting the length of this "occupation" last week. (Actually, the initial suspicion about fear's involvement into my life dates back to many many years). This realization infuriated me, against myself of course. How could I possible be so blind about life, in this one and so precious lifetime given to me, and sacrifice valuable time, energy, ideas to the temple of fear?
I started thinking about the way I usually acted in the past, when I was facing possible decision-making with unknown developments ahead, by being so doubtful and so skeptical, that in the end I was remaining numb and silent by the idea of a "potential" negative result. I was not doing anything, by the fear of doing the wrong thing. Now that I think about it, it sounds so silly as if the idea of not taking the decision to breathe, by the fear of breathing the "wrong" air. Thus, suffocating may easily become one's reality.
And then, I was so mad against me, when, as you all know by mow, last week I saw a new different shade of sun light shining in the sky, that I couldn't stop asking myself why I was not able to see all that before.
After the first shock, I bizarrely felt profoundly relaxed, peaceful and satisfied, though no material reason was there for that feeling. At that very moment, I knew, deep inside me, that in life everything is possible, and all of my dreams really can become true if, and only if I start working on them. Joy is the feeling that derives from this realization.
Then, I looked around me. I was not the only enslaved by fear. There was all my life, all the people I knew, all the people I was passing by, all the people I haven't yet met. They are almost (there are those enlightened exceptions that will lead us eventually to the different human state) all isolated by fearful attitudes and ways of thinking.
Now I begin to better comprehend other people's reactions, words, or feelings. I can better tell that fear is behind strange or unpleasant, or joyless behavior. And that's comforting for me. It gives me hope. The kind of hope that dictates that the person will eventually see this different shade of daylight, like I did last week.
And then I remembered what William Shakespeare quoted in his Julius Caesar: "Cowards die many times before their death" (or something like that). Now I see...