I'd like to dedicate this poem to 
A sense of safety and security-
of comfort keeps us still.
The illusion of "it's easier"
will steal a person's will.
We're trained to reject hardships,
Conditioned not to fly.
Out of the caves we're trapped in,
Out there you may just die!
But if you take no chances,
because it's too risky,
it won't be until your dead and gone
before you're finally free.
So step outside your shadowed zone,
walk out into the light.
Then you can say with your last breath...
I Lived before I died!
Once again I give thanks to the lovely 
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